Driving with a yellow dog, I95
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He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes
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Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet
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Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck
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Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
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a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs
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blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape
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sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape
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looking for a gas station, better make a list
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Fill'er up with regular, I need to take a piss
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sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel
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top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield
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not a care in the world, not a how, and a why
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no destination, not a cloud in the sky
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back on the road not a moment too soon
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dish ran away with some other spoon
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Wicked & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog
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singing slow songs trying to hold on
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Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fish
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trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
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(Repeat x2)
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Hole in the muffler, ghosts on the shoulder
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cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder
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to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench
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Been thinking about brushing up on my french
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Right there in the glove box, if you should look
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You'll find 40 parking tickets and a copy of the Good Book
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Don't bother looking, you'll never find me
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I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me
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Wicked & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog
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singing slow songs trying to hold on
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Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fish
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trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
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(Repeat x2)
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Wicked, wicked, wicked and weird
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Wicked, wicked, wicked and weird
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Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel well
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Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well
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But all I need is a half decent breakfast
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And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless
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5 o'clock shadow, lips like mudflaps
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hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps
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The further I get, I keep going faster
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Whispers in the wind, and cows in the pasture
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I have no plans and nothing to prove either
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I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre
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The highway's a story teller, I just write it down
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Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now
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I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days
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And laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days
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I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates
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They'll be working on my car and playing 78's
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Wicked & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog
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singing slow songs trying to hold on
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Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fish
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trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
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(Repeat x2)
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Wicked and Weird
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| Buck 65 |
