Lyrics:
of wounded ducks
When you gunna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with Twisted Brown
Trucker
I'm an American Bad Ass
Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock
livin' more like Lemmy
B-b-b-b... Benny and the jet's is hot
But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Truckers like
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
fuckin' up your program
Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
You look at me and baby, all you see are my blue eyes.
I'm not a man baby, all I am is what I symbolize.
Brown-eyed woman. (Stay away, baby.)
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
There's a place out on the highway 'cross the San Bernardino line
Where the truckers and the bikers gather every night at the same time
At seven
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
You look at me and baby, all you see are my blue eyes.
I'm not a man baby, all I am is what I symbolize.
Brown-eyed woman. (Stay away, baby.)
brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside's, there's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've
to please
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army Band
Down by the riverside
It's bound to be
brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside's, there's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've
teas both with sugar please"
In the back of an alley
While little dirt cowboys turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy
brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside's, there's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've
There's a place out on the highway 'cross the San Bernardino line
Where the truckers and the bikers gather every night at the same time
Seven,
dress up like movie stars
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar
We got cowboys, we got truckers
Broken hearted fools and suckers
An' we got hustlers,
way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
Breaker number nine, big buddy,
Put your ears on me now.
This trucker got to have a big line tonight.
Come on sucker, come back brother trucker
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made
want another
'Cause mama was a bad mother trucker
(Bad mother) bad
(Bad mother)
Yeah, she was a bread winner, ain't no stoppin' her
Stayed shot
to please
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army Band
Down by the riverside
It's bound to be
You look at me and baby, all you see are my blue eyes.
I'm not a man baby, all I am is what I symbolize.
Brown-eyed woman. (Stay away, baby.)
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