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Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Don't miss your chance

[Violent J]
The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next
the chuck wagon
And we'll ride away

If I were a winsome pale senorita
And I a bull-fighter, down in the sand
While the band kept on playing

That old
wagon
And we'll ride away

If I were a winsome pale senorita
And I a bull-fighter, down in the sand
While the band kept on playing

That old Paso Doble
There's nothin' about you to make a good homin' for
Nobody wants a baby when a real man can be found
You've been a good old wagon, daddy, but you done
There's nothin' about you to make a good homin' for
Nobody wants a baby when a real man can be found
You've been a good old wagon, daddy, but you done
wagon
And we'll ride away

If I were a winsome pale senorita
And I a bull-fighter, down in the sand
While the band kept on playing

That old Paso Doble
loving is good
Johnny: And your cooking ain't greasy
Both: We’ll chuck the chuck wagon and we'll ride away

June: If I were a winsome pale senorita
Johnny:
Of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon

When it's my turn to march up to old glory
I'm gonna have one
Need a little bit more
Of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon

When it's my turn to march up
loving is good
And your cooking ain't greasy
We’ll chuck the chuck wagon and we'll ride away

If I ran the country
I'd be your first lady and I’d pick
Need a little bit more
Of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon

When it's my turn to march up
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
the chuck wagon and we'll ride away

If I were a win some and pale senorita
And I a bull fighter down in the sand
While the band kept on playing that Old Paso
of forty-four?

[Chorus]
If the mud don't stay and the cattle don't stray
We can make Fort Kearny by the middle of May
If the mud don't stay and the cattle don
Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made 
The victor and the loser came by here 

No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero
wilson was the president
And summer blew her good-bye through the trees

A child of changing times
Growing up between the wars
The fords rolled off
By then they were surrounded,
    by dawn they all were dead
I heard this from
    the old Trans Am,
        up the road ahead
That cowboy just
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know
spring

And up from the road comes the sound of the wheel
Just an old ice cream wagon, they say "I know how you feel"

Some dream of India, where
just feeling good
I'm going with my guts so baby knock on wood
If this don't work I've only got myself to blame

I Ain't into looking back
I Ain't
The old man loaded up everything that he owned 
On a wagon and headed out west 
The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown 
Cause she figured he
I don't mind the sparrows stealin' my seed 
The crow gettin' fat on my corn 
But that beady eyed buzzard hangin' 'round my gal 
Is gonna wish he
down by the crawdad hole 

Oh well a yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby mine 
A well you don't miss water' til the well runs dry 
You don't miss
The old man loaded up everything that he owned 
On a wagon and headed out west 
The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown 
'Cause she figured he