Lyrics:
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city
girl beside me, brother, brother, she was burning burning
Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher
She had a line on something
I get by,
It's still a rugged risk,
The way this old Ford
Keep a hitting and a miss.
Last week when I was driving
On my way to school,
I almost got
, oh, woah
And he's still driving that 1970 hand-me-down truck
And he's stuck in high school
But this ain't high school
Saturday morning and it's time to go
One day these could be the days but who could have known
Loading in the back of a pickup truck
Riding with
Saturday morning and it's time to go
One day these could be the days but who could have known
Loading in the back of a pickup truck
Riding with
too
Probably be driving kids to school
(chorus)
I guess i owe it all to Pamela brown
All of my good times and all my roamin' around
One of these
personal, they're in love with their own guile
They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like
personal, they're in love with their own guile
They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like
aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck
The trouble with personalities is
The trouble with
Saturday morning and it's time to go
One day these could be the days but who could have known
Loading in the back of a pickup truck
Riding with
the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, then came the rules
walking down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, then
Old school McGraw coming out of my doors
Had to pull over, couldn't take it no more
Got this thing running in park, hazards lighting up the dark
I
too
Probably be driving kids to school
I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times, all my roamin' around
One of these days I might
road in that rusty gold
Old truck I drove in high school
Always playing chicken with the check engine light
Sent a twenty dollar bill
come in town
She aint ever let a n***a down
aye yeah
cye, Rolls Royce truck cost a hunnid
Bad lil bih, why you frontin'
Getting my money on the front
to the receiver
Hope for an answer someday
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are
to the receiver
Hope for an answer someday
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are
gonna give it up 'til I'm pushing up daisies
I'll be semi-crazy
I'm just a truck driving fool who never finished school
I got my learning at the old
He's not smart, a C student
And that's after buying his way into school
Beady eyes, and he's kinda dyslexic
Can he read? No one's really quite sure
lines
Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets
You never meet a stranger
And everybody helps out
Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
Driving
this mothafucka and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck? I'ma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, zero
aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck
The trouble with personalities is
The trouble with
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