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Pissing in a truck stop in Mobile Alabama
A tape of Molly Hatchet in the back of my pants
I'm almost of out of money
So I call my little honey
Wire me two hundred I'm hitting the boats

AMC Gremlin circa '74
Rusted out door with my dog on the floor
Feeling kinda of lucky with a shotgun blues
Had a week of the flu now it's time for the house to lose

Around here they don't use those cellular phones
Cause everybody's living like it's 1971
A night on the town is your only salvation
Heaven is a diner full of burgers, fries, and cokes

Stomach's full of shit now it's time for a beer
Now? hot wire that car so we can get down to the boats
The Louisiana Purchase was a hell of a deal
So gimme that pair of kings and the queen of hearts

Just a stranger living and dying
Day to day my soul keeps searching
On the road
Left my home in
All for piece of mind
And soon will find the way to where I lost my soul in song
Road to never ending
Ending

Rum is a stupid liquid to drink
At three in the morning you don't know who you are
And the honkytonks in bars with smoking steel guitars
Said a raging headache in ten in the morning

So throw some cold water on the top of your skull
You can't remember where those two hundred bills have gone
A hand of poker all just does me all wrong
I tell my kids got no food to bring home

Just a stranger living and dying
Day to day
My searching ends upon the road
Left my home in
All for piece of mind
And soon will find the way to where I lost my soul in song
Road to never ending
Never ending
It's ending
Never ending

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