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I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396, Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor, She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot, Outside the Seven-Eleven store
Princess cards she sends me with her regards barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard
Put on your best dress baby, And darlin', fix your hair up right, Cause there's a party, honey, Way down beneath the neon lights
We busted out of class had to get away from those fools, We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school.
Out here the nights are long the days are lonely, I think of you and I'm working on a dream.
Well a great black river a man had found, So he put all his money in a hole in the ground
In the summer that I was baptized, my father held me to his side. As they put me to the water, he said how on that day I cried.
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too.
Your Mamma's yappin' in the back seat, Tell her to push over and move them big feet. Every Monday I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency.
Hey little girl is your daddy home, did he go away and leave you all alone, I got a bad desire.
I had a friend was a big baseball player, back in high school. He could throw that speedball by you, Make you look like a fool boy.
Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth. She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth.
Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow. Out on the street your chances are zero.
Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland, Got a head-on collision, smashin' in my guts, man.
Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra, I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova.
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert.I pick up my money and head back into town.
They're still racing out at the Trestles, But that blood it never burned in her veins. Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview, And a style she's trying to maintain
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines.
At night I go to bed but I just can't sleep, I got something running around my head, That just won't keep.
Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks,And tonight can you get us a ride. Gotta make it through the tunnel,Got a meeting with a man on the other side.
I got no time for the corner boys, Down in the street making all that noise.
The times are tough now, just getting tougher, This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher
Can't see nothin' in front of me, Can't see nothin' coming up behind, I make my way through this darkness, I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me.
I went out walking the other day, Seen a little girl crying along the way.
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We played king of the mountain out on the end. The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men.
You get up every morning at the sound of the bell, You get to work late and the boss man's giving you hell.
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night. And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line.
He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail, At six months old he'd done three months in jail.
Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun ,There to greet a working man when his day is done
Fat man sitting on a little stool, Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you.
Take me now baby here as I am, Pull me close try an understand.
Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack. I went out for a ride and I never went back.
With her killer graces and her secret places, That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips. Oh and that smile on her lips.
I get up in the evening, and I ain't got nothing to say. I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
It's rainin' but there ain't a cloud in the sky. Musta been a tear from your eye.
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves, Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.
When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V But I can't keep my mind on the show.When I lay down at night,I can't get no sleep So I turn on my radio.
Tear drops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove. Seem like the whole world walking pretty, And you can't find the room to move.
Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight, Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July.
I'm driving in my car, I turn on the radio, I'm pulling you close, you just say no.
Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away.She said there was nothing that I could have done.
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat.
Born down in a dead man's town, The first kick I took was when I hit the ground.
You may think I'm foolish, For the foolish things I do, You may wonder how come I love you,When you get on my nerves like you do
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends.Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in.
I come from down in the valley, where mister when you're young. They bring you up to do like your daddy done.
I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean,Tonight we'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline,
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins, You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game.
I was tryin' to find my way home, But all I heard was a drone

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