Тексты песен «Drive-By Truckers»

Way you look at me like that Something's got to give pretty soon Throw it on a camel's back Something's got to give pretty soon Living hard to chase the dream Way beyond our ways and means Yours don't mean a...

Way you look at me like that Something's got to give pretty soon Throw it on a camel's back Something's got to give pretty soon Living hard to chase the dream Way beyond our ways and means Yours don't mean a...

Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt, Peterbilt...

It was a straight shot All it took was luck to not get caught I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents In the back seat her and a friend, one out the window and the other on the other end One belt loop...

Don't know why they even bother putting this highway on the map Everybody that's ever been on it knows exactly where they're at Hells on both ends of it And no where's in between This highway's mean Seems like it's...

Don't know why they even bother Putting this highway on the map Anybody's that's ever been on it Knows exactly where they're at It's hells on both ends of it And no where's in between This highway's mean Seems...

When it all comes down There'll be nothing left to catch you but ground It's calling your name and filling your head With delusions of glory Is that how you're gonna write your story? Down in your time as a high...

I guess I'll never grow a sideburn it's a shame with all I've got to go between I hope somebody's cause takes soon it's getting hard to find a place a root can sink Mama said a lot of things and be thankful was the one...

Once upon a time, my advice to you Would have been go out And find yourself a whore But I guess I've grown up 'Cause I don't give that kind of advice anymore Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt...

The graffiti on the back stage wall Gets painted over in a muted shade And the club becomes an Old Navy After the scene dies When the last six-string slinger Has to bow down for insurance And accept the mundane...

When I crawled out of bed this morning I could tell something wasn't right There were cigarettes in the ashtrays They weren't your menthol lights There were beer bottles in the kitchen And broken glass on the...

Looking out the window The trees are getting closer it seems Thinking 'bout you, darling Adding up the cost of these dreams Strapped to this projectile A blink ago I was back in school Smoking by the gym door...

It's the summer after high school graduation and our hero hasn't played his guitar in two months. His band was over the night that Bobby died. No more partners in crime. At night he dreams he's fronting his ultimate...

Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate In the middle of this sultry state I can't wait to see your...

"Which one's the birthday boy?" She said, "I ain't got all night" "What your momma name you? You can call me what you like. Every skin in history gotta make it hard some how. Sit your bare ass down right here. I'll...

BOB Bob goes to church every Sunday every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin' Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher cos' Bob never bothered gettin' married He likes to drink a beer or two every now and...

Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders Says they're on me when I sleep Waiting in the out-house for me Underneath the seat Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-seven She is sure when she gets to heaven Old St. Peter's gonna...

Well, they caught you smoking grass and the judge threw the book I can see a little opportunism in your look You can take it from me, boy You can take it from a crook I got friends on the inside and friends on the...

Bulldozers and dirt, bulldozers and dirt What's your mama got hidden up her shirt? I like to play and I like to work But most of all I like bulldozers and dirt I met your mama when I was nineteen You couldn't have...

Tired of living in Buttholeville Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil Tired of my '68 Bonneville Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille The food here tastes like the way I feel...