Road trips
And rumble strips
Sweet loraine shes got ruby red lips
And she drives a? in her plymouth lord
Reacently crashed her flatbed ford
And his brother the baron
They flew down south with their coke yes glarin
And they spoke the words freedom lord
But their tounges were tied up
And i found my shelf in a gold mine
Three feet beneth that county line
The oil it spilled and it blackened my face
And it tore out the heart of the whole human race
Young dorothy gene and her swewing machine
Breaking the corners and breaking at the seams
Litter and gold well she aint that old
She looks 33 but shes 40 im told
And i found myself in a gold mine
Three feet beneth that county line
The oil it spilled and it blackened my face
And it tore out the heart of the whole human race
I found myself in a gold mine
Three beneth that county line
Oil it spilled and it blackened my face
And it tore out the heart of the whole human race
Road trips and rumble strips
Sweet loraine shes got ruby red
Writer(s): William Appleby, Cody Shane, Matthew Myers, Kathleen Elizabeth Toupin
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