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I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline ’cause the wind that is
Blowing is blowing like a smoke machine if I said to you that I was looking
For a place to
Get to ’cause my neck is broken and my pants ain't getting no bigger
I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing
My will on a three dollar bill in the evening time
All my friends tell me something is getting together I got a beard that
Would disappear if I'm dressed in leather now let me tell you about my baby
She was born
In arizona sitting in the jailhouse trying to learn some good manners
I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing
My will on a three dollar bill in the evening time
Matchsticks strike when I'm riding my bike to the depot ’cause everybody
Knows my name at the recreation center if I could only find a nickel I would
Pay
Myself off tonight ’cause nobody knows when he good times have passed out
Cold
I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing
My will on a three dollar bill in the evening time
I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing
My will on a three dollar bill in the evening time
Don't talk to me if you're looking for somebody to cry on don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
[scream]ahhhowwww!!
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