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Drive By Truckers

I don't even like the way it sounds One day it's gonna be I told you so I'm expectin' that you're gonna be down One day it's gonna be I told you so 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

're the assholes 'Cause we bitched about the hassles Are you sleeping in your castles? And we're still riding down the road And I hear you're all offended By

your nose Working for the money like you got eight hands Flat on your back under a mean old man Just thinking happy thoughts, breathing in Between your momma's drive

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-

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

He might kneel but he never bends over Bob takes care of his Momma She's the only one he lets call him Robert She don't drive anymore so he takes her

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

bought a new one anytime I pleased And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the