Ashes to Asheville

The full moon fever has gone to puppy's head I'm not a believer, but that's what Mama said Marley's on the box, it's hotter than the 4th of July Steamy and still as day melts into night The Blue Ridge Parkway reveals itself in green Million-dollar views for a gallon of gasoline The valley opens up, we've gotta mind the Cumberland Gap Windows down and we're headed for the edge of the map Ashes to ashes We'll all return We've both been made, we've both been burned But Ashes to Asheville Well, if we must We'll leave a trail of dust to dust Ashes to ashes We'll all return We've both been made, we've both been burned But Ashes to Asheville Well, if we must We'll leave a trail of dust to dust Monday morning, the parkway's in reverse We turn back time, we turn back the puppy curse Our hearts are full, our bellies aren't far behind You feed the soul, you heal the fevered mind