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Stale Green Light
Been running like the devil with his pants on fire. Tearing up a rutted road with no spare tire. Racing toward the sunset in a reckless mood While the tension turns my knuckles white And I grit my teeth, got no time to waste, ‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light. My baby called to say she needs a big, strong man. I need to get there fast, you’ve got to understand. Skidded ‘cross some black ice on a hair-pin curve; Almost took a short domestic flight, But I can’t let up, no I can’t slow down, ‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light. It could change to yellow in a heartbeat. A change to red just wouldn’t do, But my baby has me colorblind. I’m comin’ through. Her mother’s getting slapped around. You know it just ain’t right. The asshole she’s been with is goin’ down tonight. Ain’t no Sunday driver. I’m a man on fire, ‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light.
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