Lyrics:
unbuckling that old Bible belt
And lit out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single
an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt
And lit out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
outside of town
Where the groundhogs run long after the rain
We can slip, slide, and run this thing
Get it all dirty, break it and ride
Round here trucks
as they tails wagging
I'm playing football no flagging
I be kinda corny like bob saget
Used to No money in my baggage
Be some low funds in my banking
Used
raised up by them stop
Signs where them Cutlasses burn rubber dog
Caprice's on them 28's and truck
Hitches with swangin' balls
Them country boys with big
we never had it if you knew what the country owed We got sold, better yet stole like gold
From old Mexico that they got without a wall
And now we owe
The Kiwi girls are here
At The Continental Club by the old Austin Motel
There's legends Red and Rosie Willy's mates as well
Those old velvet curtains have
and Portland West and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
it up
'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
Same old country station where you left
be
The world's most elaborate joke
Have you heard the old joke about the musician
Trying to be the next Bob Dylan
All of his hopes for his future
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
Ha ha ha ha, there's a new sheriff in town, by the name of Raw, Cowboy Raw, and he's here
to make you move your boots, from side to side, let's go
I
To tiki tubing on the 4th of July
She's got my go dawgs hat pulled way down low
Playing throw back country on the radio
Riding shotgun in my old ford truck
about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in
the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers
they write the town paper
The kittens pounce and rip the mouse
Their mother caught by the church
Tire scrapes on yellow curbs
As kids in cars pulled up
Don't fence me in
Wilcat Kelly, back in town again
Was standin' by his Sweetheart's side
And when his Sweetheart said, "Come on, let's settle down"
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
blinkin' one eye)
Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me, who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town
With a time way
and I feel so ashamed
That I've made her the image of me
Well I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
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