Lyrics:
For stopping her car in the middle of the road
And the tractor trailer behind her, and the van behind it
Whisking a turtle off the road
Thank you god
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
lucky?
Maybe one day at our back door
Might look like nothin' but gravel roads
And tractors rollin' over them fields
And prayin' that we get a little
brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come
earth?)
See all this choice, but you still follow (you still follow)
God gave us mind of our own (mind of our own, of our own)
But still the open road we
& Orion
Turn above our heads
The chug of the tractors
As the day begins
The cry of the gulls
As the boats come in
Everything's changed
And yet
again!
Oh here comes greggery peccary.
Yes it's cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, greggery drives
His little red volkswagen to the ugly
Part of town
The closest place to Heaven that I've ever been
We called it Barnyard Boulevard
Fourteen miles of washboard road
Barnyard Boulevard
A little stretch of gravel
day with father on his tractor and mother off again
I go to find the mayor and work out what I can
But he is not at his office, he is not at his home
singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgement we walked
singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgment we walked
the land into a frozen, inhospitable environment. To escape the cold many soldiers abandoned their usual sleeping place of a slit trench covered by a bivouac
fine
I've walked forever down this dusty road
A life of passion accented by
The scent of a rose
And no one said it'd be easy
Man believe me I know
Cause
a foot below in snow, he'll never shiver
They resided in a little place called the house of dominance
Surprised to see their faces always doused with
separate and I'm in love with every little separate
gathering of our little all. I listen to that earthgang chili
sent me and I start crying. it sends me
you arrested!" We said, "Go ahead!
We're having our drink anyway." We'd already finished half by this... we were 'faced!
Gets off at Jersey.... yes, you
haired feller singing about suicide
I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of place
He said, "Well, let's just have one round anyway"
So against my better
Way before platinum there was a place we used to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country road
Whatever is troubling, you can let it go
I get
it, I need it, yeah
Yeah, she turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
Now that I'm on the road again
at the waves again
In my head without a care
You'll find me in my happy place
We all need solace sometimes
A place to rest our minds
When troubles start
there's a place we go | Just a little hole where they serve you ice cold beer| We get by on a little bit try to change us we'll throw a fit| That's how we
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
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