Yo, I used to checkout lyrics and pump the format Build with skill with technique, computer A-dat My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm I get hype
I use my throat And I use my head And I'll do it, do it, do it, do it Until I'm dead Just a blue, blue train Racing through my brain But's a long runaway
I've often thought of love As something sent from above Like a dream that's in my head I sit and think of what you've said Though we've reached the end
Tonight's the night I'm gonna Make my true confession Got my courage up There's nothing that can keep me down now My words get tangled up in good intentions
We left for Frisco in your Rambler The radiator running dry I've never been much of a gambler And had a preference to fly You said, "Forget about the
Oh, my love There are far too many ways Haven't found the words to say, my love Oh, my god So many things I've seen Have you wondered where I've been,
Open up the door and let me in Baby it ain't no sin gonna be your lover No thunder or lightning can stop me now No one can take me down gonna be your
A moment of discretion might have stopped the sin But how far should you take it when she wants You back again have mercy on me I can feel Your sting
So many times I made you understand, I?m not the easy-going kind of man, But you?ll never get me, Never get me, Never get me down. So now looking back
My daddy told me, "Boy, you only shoot to kill" I'm livin' just for that thrill Nobody hurts me 'cos the payback's twice as bad In this town you don't
I just pulled onto the highway in my little foreign car Well it's rainin' and the road is really bad Never saw that big ole diesel but I heard him hit
Roses and diesel don't mix You can't just come and go I sit around and wonder Why I should be alone I know Venus came from Mars And Venus sure could
Well, my truck?s wound up and it?s ready to roll I got a good buddy workin? for the Highway Patrol So if I get a ticket or two, it?s gonna be alright
Way back in the mountains Way back in the hills There used to live a mountaineer They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything And some
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Come on little honey Let me show you why Ic??e got this love for steaming wheels Come on inside tonight Let me drive you to the other side My baby
I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil I percolate my coffee off the radiator boil I been chasin' tuna nearly 27 years I got the eyeballs
I've got the urge and soul to go I've got the green for my juice-ride spent time in sad machines I've got my kicks on Orleans time the clock went dead