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Chicago Cab (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ghost: The String Quartet Tribute to Death Cab for Cutie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Acoustic Tribute To Death Cab For Cutie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · How Big Can You Get?: The Music of Cab Calloway (Big Bad Voodoo Daddy) · Destroys O.C.: Cab's 50th Birthday Bash! [Video] (Faction) · Cab Calloway and the Missourians (1929-1930) (Cab Calloway) · Cruisin' with Cab (Cab Calloway) · Get with Cab (Cab Calloway) · Cab Driver (The Mills Brothers) · Red Cab to Manhattan (Stephen Bishop) – and 90 other albums »


everything
I'll ever need to know about life and love
In the cab of my truck
In the cab of my truck

Man, I can't find anything in this truck
Oh? What's
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'

Yeah
and decay
We got off the airplane
A couple of runaways
I was hoping you'd stay
Could you stay

You were the holiest one
From a taxi cab in Chelsea
Out past
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'

Yeah
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'

Yeah,
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'

Yeah
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?

We make it out
to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk
don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through
anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my
my fill

Out there by the side of the road
Might be a bunny or maybe a toad
It's guts are hanging out
Only one eye and part of a snout
I still
it got this far
And me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog runaway red silver streamline train

Look out here she comes
Look
'em go by, each and every one

I see them on the roads, out in the parking lots
They're purring in my ear, showing me what they've got
I've never
on the rhythm of a Greyhound guitar 
With the pulse being kept by the rain 

Neon moondust shines in Times Square 
The pulse of the alleys echoing 
In a cab going
to keep your lips between my hips
 That girl Sarai is a silly chick
 But on the really tip, I got benefits
 This independent chick and anything I want I
All the lost kisses
And runaway tears
Can't fix what you good mom and dad
Have been saving in pictures
For all of these years
And it's sad
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'

Yeah,
Whoa, oh
Yeah, I've got enough, I've got enough heartache. Ooh, ooh.

Sittin' here, wanting you by my side.
Should I runaway? No, I don't care
roll the dice

Stay, hit, split, double down now lets go!

I've been up all night, gonna loose my mind
I'm on a hell-town holiday
You say anything
far.

Oh but me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline train

[Chorus]
It's a garbage truck hour, I'm sleeping in the shower
I'm feeling like I'm waiting on a train
By the sounds from my bed I think somebody's bled
All
ya bread if you play with they late 

To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs 

They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day 

And anything in
remember me then
Maybe if I go platinum they'll remember me then
Yeah, yeah
But I'm, not defined by the sales of my first week
'Cause in my mind the only way
this far

Oh but me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime 
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline...train
As a matter of fact lets take it black
To the very first time I had your back
We shared a cab
Shared a glass
Shared a laugh and I kissed your ass
Kissed