Sirens wail and a flashin' light
Nothin' better to do on
42 more miles
This stuff it cramps my style
Broke down on
When you think you're doing good
It all comes tumbling down
When
On the floor now, on the floor now
It's started again,
she picked up the telephone
All she heard was dial tone
She
Thinking back to my college days
Man that was such a
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by his
Hometown in my rearview
This truck ain't got enough gas
It ain't
You say you will, but you never do
Kind of gettin’
Smokin' cigarettes got a hold of me
Long about the summer
Check me out in my easy chair
Bottle in my hand
How
Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong
They're too
I'd build a ladder to the moon
There I'd carve your
Ain't it true what they say
Every dog has his day
I
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