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Tonight's supper needs catching
I prefer mine without feathers on
Tractor wheel's down... and the axle dragging
Already it's 5 in the morning
And all I'm

cried the tears,
Makuru, Makuru, the childhood of my years.

I started life by Campbells Track, my folks were pioneers,
They settled there to turn

Whatever happened to a feeling bad song?
Lost the best damn woman, that you ever had song
It's all four wheel drive, and jacked up tires,

The wheels on the bus go round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round round
Round and round round

I was busy fucking,

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Trucker's Prayer

Dave Dudley

Country

to dust
Let me run the wheels plumb up a Greyhound bus
You know I have been running these highways in this old rig for a long long time
And I have been

Up on the Block, dropping the top, all day,
We never stop, we never stop, no way,
We steady keep on riding till the wheels gon' fall off,
We gotta

18 wheels a late start
Blaring the radio
Trying to make it on time
Listenin' to David Allan coe
I came up on a truck
That I Just had to outrun
When I

again

Nothing in my pockets by the way to get home
Like wheels on these tracks I'm just trying to hold on

Then it's one more bus stop 
One more crowded

You get no choice when you're a kid
Farming was what our family did
At night when diesel tractors quit
The front porch stairs is where I'd sit
Black

The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep

There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in

Mile 20 South and hard white gravel under wheel
Left my lowdown back at home but brought my blues along
To the graveyard of white lilies where it all

kind of way
So time was a factor
Only made worse by a broken down tractor
Turn round, and slam on the brake
Or we will drive right down the
Road to find

The Anvil

Kelly Joe Phelps

Tunesmith Retrofit

2006

There are some that blindly and happily plow
While the tractor screams "feed me some oil"
The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall

Cold Metal

Sugar Ray

We Will Fall: The Iggy Pop Tribute

1997

Uh
I played tag in the auto graveyard
I looked up at the radio tower
Rag tent by the railroad tracks
Concrete poured over steel bridge
Pondered

gotta love it, New York City (haha)

I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on
My neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)

the bus stop dy on a slope
Got the rap shot ka metal, nwanne on your  head mehn 
Show no mercy, I'm brutal nwanne kam bu herdsmen
Lyrical dribble, these

Heard about a generation 
Heard about a generation
Earning a living on a tractor seat made of steel

I heard about a generation
Heard about

in the sky
Woke up surrounded by Redman
The chief rolled up and grabbed me by my head band
Gave me tea made of cactus and tree bark
I swam with salmon

Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw

Shoes on the pedals of his new wheels
Saved from the pile in the junk field
Rags and grease and chains and gears
Chromed till it shines like

Lil drift will make you
Dance! Dance!
The Battle Bus will make you
Jump! Jump!
Drift take the wheel, making players squeal
Hit you in the back, oh you

there and then
Right by the grey bus selling fancy fuckin cocktails
And I ran and I reached a park with swings and a slide
I swang for a bit Or swinged

and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land