And the
road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
he didn't
seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
he kinda
looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back
she
says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
how
far are you going he said depends on what you mean
he says
i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
i guess
you'd say i'm on my way to
burma
shave
And her
knees up on the glove compartment
took
out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
and
she popped her gum and arched her back
hell
marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
some
night my heart pounds just like thunder
i don't
know why it don't explode
cause
everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
and
i'd rather take my chances out in
burma
shave
Presley's
what i go by why don't you change the station
count
the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
mister
anywhere you point this thing
has
got to beat the hell out of the sting
of going
to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
and
so drill me a hole with a barber pole
i'm
jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
why
don't you have another swig
and
pass that car if you're so brave
i wanna
get there before the sun comes up in
burma
shave
And the
spider web crack and the mustang screamed
smoke
from the tires and the twisted machine
just
a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
lie
swindled from them on the way to
burma
shave
and
the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
up against
the car door on the shot gun side
and
when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
still
had on her shades
they
say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
burma
shave
Marco Giunco |
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