Lyrics:
I might as well be walking
As to drive this old Ford.
Almost everytime I try
To go and pass a truck,
If I ain't goin' down hill,
Dad, I'm, out of luck.
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline
And he'd say
Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
Long around our tenth year
We found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas
We learned to drink Sangrias 'til the dawn's early light
Eat eggs Ranchero's and throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls we were majorin' in the rodeo
Aw but my favorite memory of school that fall
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall
Wearin' nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
And he was yellin'
Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
And I say we had a little change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan
And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil
You see the borderman guard with a fu manchu mustach
Kinda stumbled on John's pocketful of American cash
He said "doin' a little funny business in Mexico Amigo"
But all I could think about was savin' my own tail
When he metioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed at John Roy and said
It's all his, now please let me go, I mean it was your idea genius
I was just layin' there in bed, when you said
Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
Ah we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates
Whoo
I took a double take out on the interstate
When I saw her makin' eyes at me
So I followed her down the clubhouse drive
Past the pool and the 18th green
And in the parkin' lot
I said it's mighty hot
Maybe I could buy you a beer
She said I'm glad you asked
But I'll have to pass
'Cause only members are allowed in here
And I said
I'm a member of a country club
Country music is what I love
I drive an old Ford pick-up truck
I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup
Hey I'm a bonafide dancin' fool
I shoot a mighty mean game of pool
At any honky-tonk roadside pub
I'm a member of a country club
Lord, you look so invitin'
Thought it might be excitin'
For a woman with a limousine
To go bouncin' around in a beat up truck
With a man in wore out jeans
It's five o'clock before Friday night
Here's where the fun begins
So don't worry 'bout your reputation
'Cause you can tell all your friends
I'm a member of a country club
Country music is what I love
I drive an old Ford pick-up truck
I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup
Hey I'm a bonafide dancin' fool
I shoot a mighty mean game of pool
At any honky-tonk roadside pub
Well I'm a member of a country club
Yeah I'm a member of a country club
Country music is what I love
I drive an old Ford pick-up truck
I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup
Hey I'm a bonafide dancin' fool
I shoot a mighty mean game of pool
At any honky-tonk roadside pub
Well I'm a member of a country club
At any honky-tonk roadside pub
Well I'm a member of a country club
Twelve gauge, old Ford, buckshot floorboard, don't ask
Fence post, door dent, let's just leave it at that
It's got dirt on me, yeah I'd be up a tree
If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires
Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up
It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all
I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off
If my truck could talk
Those two headlights, looked in her eyes, how she danced
Moonlit truck bed, two kids, enough said, yeah man
All that went on, goes all night long
It could go on and on and on
If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires
Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up
It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all
I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off
If my truck could talk
If my truck could talk I couldn't deny a word it said
I'd just smile and shake my head, yeah
It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all
I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off
If my truck could talk, if my truck could talk
If my truck could talk
A lot of trucks lined up down by the lake
Drinkin' beer on the back of the tailgate
Boys from the valley want to start a fight
Hey baby what you want to do tonight
The only fear a rebel heart knows
Nothing to do when anything goes
[Chorus]
Looking back on those days of thunder
I shake my head and I have to wonder
How we ever made it through that
Girl tonight you're takin' me back
There's a road and a restless wind
Ain't it good to feel that way again
Here we are, the way we were
In those days of thunder
That old Ford is sure fast on the draw
Outgun the Chevys and outrun the law
Outskirts of town looking down on the lights
Waiting for some kind of lightning strike
The cars and the bars,
The songs we knew have changed
The fire that burns inside of us still remains
[Chorus]
Yeah
Looking back on those days of thunder
I shake my head and I have to wonder
How we ever made it through that
Girl tonight you're taking me back
There's a road and a restless wind
Ain't it good to feel that way again
Here we are, the way we were
In those days of thunder,
In those days of thunder, yeah
Rrrrrr, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign (Dolla $ign)
She so expensive, okay ('kay)
She so expensive, okay ('kay)
Beemers or the Benzes, okay ('kay)
Diamond tennis necklace, okay
Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah (ooh)
She gon' let a superstar fuck, yeah, yeah (ooh)
She so expensive, okay (skrrt)
She so expensive, okay
She got expensive taste (taste), ay
She got a slim thick waist (waist), ay
Girl, it's not your face, it's your ass, uh-huh
I mean, girl, it's not your ass, it's your face, ay
Your bitch in the nosebleeds
My bitch in the court side floor seats (seats)
Your bitch a four to me
I'ma take my girl to Dior this week
All my bitches slim, thick and athletic ('letic)
She ain't my girl, she ain't got a Patek (Patek)
All my bitches gotta fit my aesthetic ('sthetic)
She ain't your girl, she right here in my section (let's go)
She so expensive, okay ('kay)
She so expensive, okay ('kay)
Beemers or the Benzes, okay ('kay)
Diamond tennis necklace, okay
Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah (ooh)
She gon' let a superstar fuck, yeah, yeah (ooh)
She so expensive, okay (skrrt)
She so expensive, okay
I got a shopping problem, got expensive taste
Bustdown Patek with the expensive face
Gotta get me ice, if he tryna skate
Gotta swipe the Amex if we go on a date (uh)
If we go on a date, gotta blow on my cake
But, don't hit me if it's tiny, girl from Xscape
These studs for my ears, Louis scarf for my hairs
Latest bag from Chanel and I ain't tryna wait (uh)
Uh, tryna meet the plug, no sockets
Uh, pussy deep, so is my pockets
Uh, Tom Ford heels with the locket
Uh, a nigga get me he better lock it, uh
She so expensive, okay ('kay)
She so expensive, okay ('kay)
Beemers or the Benzes, okay (yeah)
Diamond tennis necklace, okay
Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah (ooh)
She gon' let a superstar fuck, yeah, yeah (ooh)
She so expensive, okay (skrrt)
She so expensive, okay
Oh baby you can find me in the back of a Ford truck tailgate,
Sittin' round watchin' all these pretty things
Gettin' down in that Georgia clay,
And I'll find peace in the bottom of a real tall cold drink,
Chillin' to Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started it's my kind of party.
It's butterflies and Bud Lights
Under the stars and on the stripes of a beach towel in a spring break town
It's playin' in the night air, through the speakers all night long
Couple kids just livin' that American country love song
In every town and every place
There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance
And find a way to run away with her heart
In the back of an old Ford truck
In the bar just lookin' for love
In a pair of oh my blue eyes
Let them fireworks start
That American
Country love song
Ain't never gonna quit playin' on and on and on
Well it's "Chris loves Jenny" on a license plate
It's daddy gettin' mad 'cause you came home late
It's one last kiss in the driveway
Hey radio DJ, can you play that song that she loves
So I can turn it up, and maybe turn her on
An American country love song
In every town and every place
There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance
And find a way to run away with her heart
In the back of an old Ford truck
In the bar just lookin' for love
In a pair of oh my blue eyes
Let them fireworks start
That American
Country love song
Ain't never gonna quit playin' on and on and on, and on
So let's raise a glass
Cheerleaders and quarter-backs
Cowboys and country girls
All around this small town world
To the same old pick up lines
We've tried a million times
All the bad and good is against
The ones that you ain't met yet
In every town and every place
There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance
And find a way to run away with her heart
In the back of an old Ford truck
In the bar just lookin' for love
In a pair of oh my blue eyes
Let them fireworks start
That American
Country love song
Ain't never gonna quit playin' on and on and on
We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
Just my brother and me
The night before he shipped out overseas
A leather-neck, jarhead marine
He said "the radiator leaks,
And the timing-belt is worn,
But the heart and soul of this old beat up truck,
Is the dashboard."
The needle showed the gas was low
And three dollars in my pocket
Her beauty got the best of me
And she didn't try to stop it
On a dead end road nobody knows
A thing about but me
We parked that old ford pickup truck
Underneath that cypress tree
Turnin' midnight
Burnin' moonlight
Yeah I was off and runnin'
My fingers through her hair
You could cut the passion with a knife
In that southern midnight air
I kissed her sweet on that pickup seat
As my blue jeans hit the floor
Her body heat and my cold bare feet
Pressed up against the door
Turnin' midnight
Burnin' moonlight
Oh I still feel the same about you
I can't spend the night without you
You still move me
Turnin' midnight
Burnin' moonlight
It happened fast
Just like that
It didn't take us long
Like smoke rings off my cigarette
Our innocence was gone
And I wanted to say something
But I buttoned up instead
She sat there and brushed her hair
And a smile was all she said
Turnin' midnight
Burnin' moonlight
Girl I still feel the same about you
I can't spend the night without you
You still move me
Turnin' midnight
Burnin' moonlight
Burnin' moonlight
Burnin' moonlight
Turnin' midnight
Burnin' moonlight
Tommy's selling used cars, Nancy's fixing hair
Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care
Jerry drives a truck for Sears, Charlotte on the make
And Paul sells life insurance and part time real estate
Helen is a hostess, Frank works at the mill
Janet teaches grade school and probably always will
Bob works for the city, and Jack's in lab research
And Peggy plays organ at the Presbyterian Church
And the class of '57 had its dreams
We all thought we'd change the world with our great work & deeds
Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs
The class of '57 had its dreams
Betty runs a trailer park
Jan sells Tupperware
Randy on an insane ward
Mary's on welfare
Charlie took a job with Ford
Joe took Freddie's wife
Charlotte took a millionaire
And Freddie took his life
Johnny's big in cattle, Ray is deep in debt
Where Mavis finally wound up is anybody's bet
Linda married Sonny, Brenda married me
And the class of all of us are just part of history
And the class of '57 had its dreams
But living life day to day is never like it seems
Things get complicated when you get past eighteen
But the class of '57 had its dreams
Oh, the class of '57 had its dreams
Tommy's selling used cars, Nancy's fixing hair
Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care
Jerry drives a truck for Sears, Charlotte on the make
And Paul sells life insurance and part time real estate
Helen is a hostess, Frank works at the mill
Janet teaches grade school and probably always will
Bob works for the city, and Jack's in lab research
And Peggy plays organ at the Presbyterian Church
And the class of '57 had its dreams
We all thought we'd change the world with our great work & deeds
Or maybe we just thought the world would change to fit our needs
The class of '57 had its dreams
Betty runs a trailer park
Jan sells Tupperware
Randy on an insane ward
Mary's on welfare
Charlie took a job with Ford
Joe took Freddie's wife
Charlotte took a millionaire
And Freddie took his life
Johnny's big in cattle, Ray is deep in debt
Where Mavis finally wound up is anybody's bet
Linda married Sonny, Brenda married me
And the class of all of us are just part of history
And the class of '57 had its dreams
But living life day to day is never like it seems
Things get complicated when you get past eighteen
But the class of '57 had its dreams
Oh, the class of '57 had its dreams
No-go showboat no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Well I got a wild custom that wins every show
But it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Yeah but everybody knows that she just don't go
She's my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
White wall slicks with racing mags
She's just for looks, man, not for drags
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
No go
No go
Well the guys all dig it they've got no complaints
About my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
And the chicks really flip for that metal flake paint
On my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
It really rates fine in the custom clan
With hand-formed panels, tuck-and-roll rear pan
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
No go
No go
Well the engine compartment's filled with all chrome goodies
In my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Yeah but everybody takes me even old Ford woodies
In my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
When it comes to speed, man, I'm just outa luck
I'm even shut down by the ice cream truck
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
No go
No go
No-go showboat (no-go showboat)
No-go showboat (no-go showboat)
She's just my (no-go showboat)
She's just my (no-go showboat)
This is a song
About best friends
John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me
The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart
But I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild
With no inhibition
Was about like mixin
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)
Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
Long around
Our eighteenth year
We found two plane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town
School in Texas
Learned to drink Sangria
Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Ranchero
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo
Ah but my
Favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin down the hall
Wearin nothin
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yellin)
Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
And I said
We had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I said
We got waylaid
When we laid foot
On Mexican soil
See the boarder guard
With the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John's
Pocket full of American cash
He said
Doin a little funny business
In Mexico Amigo
But all I could think about
Was savin my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now please let me go
Well it was your idea genius
I was just layin there in bed
When you said
Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
Ah we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates
Hey
Hey, hey, I'm out here bailn' hay
And all my friends are cruisin' 'round town
Checkin' out pretty girls
Hey and what do they say
They say hey, hey, park that Deere
Come out and play, kick that tire
Wipe my perspire
'Cause my whole life is hey
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck
Headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fella walks up in a pink beret
He says hey, well hey
Hell that's okay
Turn the guitars up and raise them cups
Hell my whole life is hey
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck
Headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Put it on a flatbed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight
You by my side
Give it to the cow
Make it go moo
Koo koo kachoo
Kick it off your shoes
Break a camel's back
Jack
Then you put it in a stack yeah
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck
Headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
My whole life is hey
Rollin' in the hay
Hey
I'm coming hey, hey
Hey, hey
Barefoot in the bed of your truck
On a blanket lookin' up
Half a moon peekin' down at us
From underneath the clouds
Teenage kids sneakin' out again
Heard the thunder rollin' in
We were fallin' the moment when
It all came pourin' down
The Georgia Rain on the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away what I felt for you that day
Just you and me down an old dirt road
Nothin' in our way
Except for the Georgia Rain
The cottonfields remember when
A flash of lightnin' drove us in
We were soaked down to the skin
By the time we climbed inside
And I don't remember what was poundin' more
The heart in my chest
Or the hood of that Ford
As the sky fell in and the storm clouds poured
Worlds way outside
The Georgia Rain on the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away all the love we made
Just you and me down that old dirt road
No one saw a thing
Except for the Georgia Rain
The screen door flappin' in the wind
Same old house I grew up in
Can't believe I'm back again
After all these years away
You fixed your daddy's house up nice
Saw it yesterday while I drove by
Looks like you've made yourself a real good life
What else can I say?
I was just layin' there in bed, when you said"
Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Ah we're still best friends.
I met two kind people on the road
I was parched and dry from the cold
I've been travelin' four days and nights, sir
And I do want to thank you for the ride, sir
And the soup your wife made tasted fine
If it's all the same
I'll be on my way at the next turn
And I'm free marched out in my town
And my baby is waitin', I hope, sir
After fifteen trucks and an old Ford
And the Government madness, I ran away
And I hate to say, I can't tell you my name
'Cause I'm four days gone into runnin'
I can't even go home, take my baby and run
Collegrove
Checkerboard luggage
Ramen in the cupboard
I left Art Basel with a sculpture
You listening to the lyrical nunchuck
Chuckling dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it
The Cullinan so big it need a stove in it
Now that's deep, I just dove in it
The closet came with garage doors
The Goyard is on all fours
I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford
They said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I want more jewelry
More cars, I want more cribs
What you expect from a kid
That grew up with his stomach touching his rib
Echos coming from out the fridge
Now papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that
Don't smoke no cig' but I'll shoot that, true facts
Nah I mean?
Mama seemed to forget the things that grandma Kate had always told her
She ran away one night with that traveling man
They bought gas at Reba's Truck Stop and drove to Deseto County
But he brought her home with a ring upon her hand
Mama's told me how the fever took him when I was barely five
But I remember him pitchin' me up and catchin' me
And I love to sit and listen to her tell me about my daddy
She says she thought the sun must surely rise and set in me
I wish I'd known the man...
I wish I'd known the man a little better
That turned my mama on
He must have been a heck of a man
'Cause mama was a lady don't you know
Mama was no prude but she was proper
Never wore her dress to short
She didn't care if he did
But she'd of never taken a drink
Grandma Kate did the best she could
To see mama grew up right
So she'd be fittin' one day for court
And to wear some gentleman's ring
[Chorus]
I wish I'd known the man a little better
That turned my mama on
He was always laughing
And singing the right sweet song
I wish I'd known the man a little better
The turned my mama on
He must have been a heck of a man
'Cause mama was a lady don't you know
I hear he came to town one day
In a rusty old '49 Ford
Selling lady's shoes and assorted greeting cards
He was killing good looking
And easy to like
And turning all the ladies' heads
But he saw mama first
And the Lord knows how some of them travelin' men are
[Chorus]
Mama seemed to forget the things
That Grandma Kate had always told her
She ran away one night with a traveling man
They bought gas at Rita's truck stop
And drove to Dasota County
But he brought her home with a ring upon her hand
Mama's told me how the fever took him
When I was barely 5
But I remember him pitchin' me up
And catching me
And I love to sit and listen to her
Tell me about my daddy
She said he thought the sun would surely
Rise and set in me
[Chorus]
Kush and Dior, you know what it's for
Got a crush on the girl next door
Slidin' in a Benz Truck, it's not no Ford
Pull up to the party with the girl next door
Might go shopping spree with you
Shit, I just wanna be with you
Said she wanna make a porno
We could shoot a scene or two
It's a lot of lux (yeah), lot of drugs (yeah)
She don't give a fuck
Girl next door
This don't need no explanation
She exceeds my expectations
Kush and Dior, you know what it's for
Got a crush on the girl next door
Slidin' in a Benz Truck, it's not no Ford
Pull up to the party with the girl next door
She lives next door
She let me in when I'm knockin'
Her daddy hate me
He always here when I'm rockin'
She always seen me when I'm on tour
Can't give her just a little
She say, "I want more"
In the bathroom stall
From the couch to the wall
I swear she does it all
I take her picture, save her number
My lil' good girl, what I save you wonder
This don't need no explanation
She exceeds my expectations
Kush and Dior, you know what it's for
Got a crush on the girl next door
Slidin' in a Benz Truck, it's not no Ford
Pull up to the party with the girl next door
Kush and Dior, you know what it's for
Got a crush on the girl next door
Slidin' in a Benz Truck, it's not no Ford
Pull up to the party with the girl next door
Girl next door
Girl next door
Billy Joe had a bumper sticker on the back of his beatup Chevrolet
Said this truck eats fords for lunch so I pulled up beside him my new mustang
I was just getting ready to say boy that trucks seen it's last meal
But I was wanting to climb in that Chevy when I saw what was sitting behind that
wheel
[Chorus]
Mornin' sun found a new mustang
Abandoned in a Walmart parking lot
Mud on the seats so don't tell me away
Didn't stop the gossip tongues from waggin'
'Til next day somewhere around three o'clock
No tellin' what they're talkin about
What's going 'round
It's too late to worry about that now
Where do men so big and bad learn all them words so sweet and soft
It made my world spin 'round so fast I thought it was gonna sling me off
Red mud on the finders might have gave a clue as to where we'd been
And no one knows just what went on except the moon, me and him
[Chorus]
Now that we come showin' up
Rumors bouncin' off of that truck
Just a let 'em stare at him and me
'Cause I don't care about anything but us
[Chorus]
Parched land no desert sand, sun is just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot
Three good buddies were laughin' and smoking
In the back of a rented Ford
They couldn't know they weren't going far
Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all held the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far
Sky's bright, the traffic light, now and then a truck
And they hadn't seen a cop around all day (what luck)
They brought everything they needed
Bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the border's just over the bluff
It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been laid?
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