Lyrics:
Timestamps on backroads
I got those by the truckload
We ran these, some too slow
Blunt cruisin' when we rode
Hittin' every stop sign with some
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
Rave reviews on Venus
Things got hot on Mercury
That's where I burned my piano
And now they're playing bagpipes on mars
They've got a ? shrine to Elvis
mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do
get old
The radio's on and it's playing our song
I shift it into 5th and then baby we're gone
Elvis on the radio
Your mama can't get hurt by what she
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I never
I was born by fire in a cold dark cave
In the age of the dinosaur
When a cave man caught his cave woman lovin'
On the missing link livin' next
the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
In a few summers my
Bang bang
Seventeen shots to the heart when they see me
Can't do love again every time it's the same thing
Cupid drive-by to the head it go bang
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
helped out by hoeing the corn and the beans
Sometimes she would stare at herself in a mirror
And any would say, there was much to admire
Every turn
the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
In a few summers my
Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County
Way out on 109
Where the run-down barns and rusty tractors
Are covered in Kudzu vines
For eighty-five
terro tin in.
lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
helped out by hoeing the
Corn and the beans
Sometimes she would stare at
Herself in a mirror
And any would say, there was much to admire
Every turn
lips,
The next thing you know, my hands were running up and down her hips
Ran outside when you crashed the mini bar
Grabbed my collar and she threw me
Hit me up out of the blue
It used to be my favorite color
But you sure know how to ruin things
Yeah you got something to prove
That you still cut
coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said
""Whatever happened to my Transylvania
I keep on swaggin' I can't even help it
Hogging the hoes, they sayin' I'm selfish
Bitch I be rockin' out just like I'm Elvis
Covered in green like
that
I still got white and b in my pelvis
Sitting in the dirty bando
With the trap phone
We tryna sell this
Nearly got caught
By the fed man
With
brain about,
Sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out."
"It's all been designed", he said, "To make you lose your mind,
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller
"The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance
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