Lyrics:
there's a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're
of the broadford bazaar.
Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting.
And jobs for the many are down to the few.
Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no longer.
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
a change in the weather.
Two bright side lights winking and blinkin, ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinking,
You can keep your rig if you're thinking that I
Got a pot belly,
It's not too big
Gets in my way
When I'm driving my rig
Driving this country
In a big old rig
Things I've seen
Mean a lot
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Gud:
"Tilgi' kaos I mit blod
Når min sjæl skejer ud"
Og jeg...
Feberdrømmer jeg' en luder I Dubai
Slår en rig mand ihjel
Ta' hans pеnge, ta' hans
To kanoner på en scooter ligesom Napoli
Fri min brødre, fri os fra vores enemies
Started' ned' på bunden, men vi ender rig'
Bar' husk at hold den
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from my stack
nights and city lights keep on calling me
I'm headin' down to Florida on this black top road
Got a high wide rig with a ten ton load
Well I met
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
and city lights keep on calling me
I'm headin' down to Florida on this black top road
Got a high wide rig with a ten ton load
Well I met a lotta people
bright sidelights winking and blinking
Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinking
You can keep your rig if you thinking that I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny surrey
pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever
of the Broadford Bazaar.
Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting.
And jobs for the many are down to the few.
Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no longer.
Like
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Here she comes, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig
I drive a broke down rig on "may-pop" tires
Forty foot of overload
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I
He's hard to hold on the rolling road
He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock
Ten miles to go, oh, radio
She knew it, now so does he
Ah, I
I drive a broke down rig on "may-pop" tires
Forty foot of overload
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
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