Sirens wail and a flashing light Nothin' better to do on a Tuesday night But give me hell Where you headed, what are you out for Don't see much of you
There's people in your life, Who want you to be what they only dreamed to be. There's people in your life, Who put you down because you have a simple
42 more miles This stuff it cramps my style Broke down on the side of the road A thousand flies a buzzin' Sittin', spittin', and cussin' Sittin' on top
She really thought she heard it ring this time She said what am I thinking I must be only dreaming Or maybe it?s the hundred times he?s crossed my mind
She really thought she heard it ring this time She said what am I thinking I must be only dreaming Or maybe it's the hundred times he's crossed my mind
When you think you're doing good It all comes tumbling down When you think you'e beat it all It crashes to the ground When you gonna come around Maybe
Thinking back to my college days Man that was such a haize Always some party going on Someone up getting drunk Someone down getting stoned The Jimmy
On the floor now, on the floor now Started again, it started again Close the door now, close the door now Won't you let me in, won't you let me in It
' out of time (chorus) Broke down and you're all alone A blade of guilt cuts you to the bone Think by now you'd have turn and run But you can't cross
Hometown in my rearview This truck ain't got enough gas It ain't got enough gas to get me fast Far away from you Paid my dues in other towns Here I just
Now, Amos Moses was a Cajun He lived by his self in the swamp He hunted alligator for livin' He just knocked 'em in the head with a stump Louisiana law
Smokin' cigarettes got a hold of me Long about the summer of 1993 Rushin' in just like a fool Used to be my golden rule Long before I graduated school
Ain't it true what they say Every dog has his day? I never had mine, I guess it was time Send me on down the line one piece at a time She got her way
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong They're too damn skinny or way too long I ain't no holy roller so I just use a bong Them boys from
I'd build a ladder to the moon There I'd carve your name If it would brighten up this room But you know that anyway I can't be the rock Not today Sometimes
One day Jesus - he's gonna come back And say enough of this You're getting' way off track All this stealin', cheatin', lyin', all the little babies cryin
I want a big red nose I want some floppy shoes I want a squirtin' flower squirt it on you Like all the bad clowns do I want to juggle bowling pins in
