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Junk Car
by One Eyed Moon
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Junk car on the side of the road
Caught in a rut with the radiator blowed
Two punk kids got a pipe and a rag
A pump shotty and a gram in the bag
Drunk in a puddle and found on the road
Dead inside and outside alone
Step out back, get this show on the road
Left out to dry, guess I'll go at it alone
Pulled in the shop just a smokin' up a storm
Ace in my pocket and an eye on the door
I'm flying by by the seat of my pants
Check on the dealer just to see if I'll last
Woke up sick and beaten to a pulp
I'm dodging punches and I'm hanging on a rope
No coins to pay off the man
One chip so I'll play another hand
Just by luck the coolers in the can
Check my pulse and I look at my hand
Ace high flush just my get me on the road
Buy back my life and take off a load
More eyes and the dealer starts to sweat
Just how much more high can I get
Slip out the kitchen while I'm counting up my chips
Looking down the road just a lickin' on my lips
Black tooth grin and a bottle for the road
Trade a dime for your time to knock off the cold
Nothing but sin at the end of the road
Nothing for me, just sold my soul
A pack of smokes and some gas in the can
A fifth of brandy and I'm out on the lam
Pull out a pistol and I hope it don't jam
Haven't had to use it since Vietnam
Junk car on the side of the road
Caught in a rut with the radiator blowed
Two punk kids got a pipe and a rag
A pump shotty and a gram in the bag
Drunk in a puddle and found on the road
Dead inside and outside alone
Step out back, get this show on the road
Left out to dry, guess I'll go at it alone
Pulled in the shop just a smokin' up a storm
Ace in my pocket and an eye on the door
I'm flying by by the seat of my pants
Check on the dealer just to see if I'll last
Woke up sick and beaten to a pulp
I'm dodging punches and I'm hanging on a rope
No coins to pay off the man
One chip so I'll play another hand
Just by luck the coolers in the can
Check my pulse and I look at my hand
Ace high flush just my get me on the road
Buy back my life and take off a load
More eyes and the dealer starts to sweat
Just how much more high can I get
Slip out the kitchen while I'm counting up my chips
Looking down the road just a lickin' on my lips
Black tooth grin and a bottle for the road
Trade a dime for your time to knock off the cold
Nothing but sin at the end of the road
Nothing for me, just sold my soul
A pack of smokes and some gas in the can
A fifth of brandy and I'm out on the lam
Pull out a pistol and I hope it don't jam
Haven't had to use it since Vietnam
