Packed up my wife and kids
when winter came along
And we headed down south with
just spit and a song
But they said "Sorry son it's
gone gone gone"
Well there's men hunkered down
by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin'
my hair back
Tents pitched on the highway
in the dirty moonlight
And I don't know where I'm
gonna sleep tonight
Parked in the lumberyard freezin'
our asses off
My kids in the back seat got
a graveyard cough
Well I'm sleepin' up in front
with my wife
Billy club tappin' on the
windshield in the middle of the night
Says "Move along man move
along"
Well big limousine long shiny
and black
You don't look ahead you don't
look back
How many times can you get
up after you've been hit?
Well I swear if I could spare
the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny
chrome
And send you on your way back
home
So if you're gonna leave your
town where the north wind blow
To go on down where that sweet
soda river flow
Well you better think twice
on it Jack
You're better off buyin' a
shotgun dead off the rack
You ain't gonna find nothin'
down here friend
Except seeds blowin' up the
highway in the south wind
Movin' on movin' on it's gone
gone it's all gone
Marco Giunco |
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