Lyrics:
The Lord's personnel resources are staggeringly comprehensive.
Cupid shoots Faust at a big St.
Patricks Day Easter Bunny festival in South Bend on
Easter
Whistle at Lorain, San-Dusky to Toledo
Let her roll, hello Indiana by Ohio
South Bend, Gary change trains in Chicago
Charleyette, Bloomington, Decatur,
It's 6 P.M., supper time in South Bend, Indiana
And you figure what the hell you can eat in your motel
So you order up room service on the phone
to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait
Must I follow
Won't you say come with me
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out
to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait must I follow
Wont you say "come with me"
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out
Talk to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait, must I follow
Won't you say come with me
And it's on to south bend, Indiana
to me of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait
Must I follow
Won't you say come with me
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out
Great dane frame mane, you hear the roof
South bend, you know you got one
Indiana, yeah you got one
Don’t talk about Top 5
I’m offended if i’m not 1
I got
Alabama there's a war vet named Ann
And in South Bend, Indiana there's an honest simple man
There's a Georgia devil with a Honda Rebel hell bent for leather
Born to hustle, man
Gotta tap in B-I-G-B
This for the city
South Bend, Indiana, we gotta stand up
We just had a team bring in a championship, man
Must I wait, must I follow
Won't you say come with me
And it's off to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
And up into the Rockies down
From my perspective you ain't no solid nigga
Ol tinder dick pillow talk that gossip nigga
South bend INDIANA that's my father figure
Money is
Nashville country nights, Detroit rock city lights
Arizona, California,
Texas desert, a green bay blizzard, Indiana, Louisiana
On the road lotta
Driving out to South Bend
Can't remember if I've been
Will white birch look like home to me
Saying something about forest for the trees
And I could
one nine shit
My South Bend shit
On some Midwest shit bitch
I stay on my grit
Damn shorty got it lit
Hit that pole and do a split
Don't wanna fuck
I
shimmied and stomped something from the south
Of spain, its breast aflare
Looking me dead in the eye
From the branch that grew into my window
Johns, Alabama there's a war vet named Ann
And in South Bend Indiana, there's an honest, simple man
There's a Georgia devil with a Honda Rebel, hell bent
goes
On the Road
From Louisiana to Indiana playing in South Bend
For the fighting Irish we're getting tired that's where the tour ends
Each town is
We've had enough
The government works for us
We elected them
They serve us
So call your senators
Call your congressman
We will not bend
We will not
gift like Christmas
If I shoot my shot I might hit yo misses
From South bend but I'll ball for Detroit like (Yo)
Like I play for pistons
I got my mind
bucket of bolts sure was a gas
She moaned and groaned like
An old truck do in south bend Indiana
Stone got out at the crossroads
Said his last
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