she said i'll meet you in new orleans, on the tenth of julynni said please, no more hitchhiking, i want to see you there alivennshe said honey, baby, sweet thing, my bus gets in at 5am,nnyou can meet me at the station, good to see you there againnnnnand i remember west virginia, how the mountains seemed to crush us,nnhow we couldn't stop speeding, through the hills of kentucky,nnthe train [something] with the hidden stream, the nights spent in the southern heat,nna six pack bringing honesty, and tempting thoughts of train-hopping.