Oldcrow Poet Poet Lyric

Country Road

Now god dang darn nabbit if I'm a gonna have it,
any other way then the way I done describe it.
Countryside road hellbent on winding;
barely getting by just trying to survive.
And if cleanliness is godliness 
I'm satan himself, living in filth;
happy as a tornado in a trailer park.
Twisted as the chew strands, i've been dipping;
stinking like the juices in my spit can...
And I'm pretty damn sure 
it's in my blood that;
if I aint driving racecar then 
I'm wasting my time.
And I ain't fixin on wasting no time.
Cuz I ain't got time for that ya'll;
what with the misses bitching and all.

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Derrick Burton April 21, 2009 at 4:32 PM [smile] you sound like my relitives, their from Kentucky, lived there a little and the folks sound country, loved how real you are about your language and how you say things. Enjoyed and have a blessed day.