There's a sweater wearin', coat totin',boot footin', good lookin' man on town
There's a smooth talkin' funny walkin' dude around
There's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin' lookin' him up and down
She thinks she'd like to roll and rock him, turn his life around
There's a scum suckin lip fuckin' bad ole truck drivin' man on town
There's a boot lickin' hind tickin' dude around
There's a pretty girl and he sees her walkin' lookin' her up and down
He like for her to roll and rock him, turn his life around
There's a sweater wearin', coat totin',boot footin', good lookin' man on town
There's a smooth talkin' funny walkin' dude around
There's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin' lookin' him up and down
She thinks she'd like to roll and rock him, turn his life around
Turn his life around
turn his life around

My dinner's on fire while she watches T.V.
And if you ever wonder what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin the best that I can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a
rope
A you can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag I don't need the ag
On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shit's creek with a turd for a paddle
And I can't cope, a piss up a rope
A you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last six months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your two percent milk
And I can't cope, a piss up a rope

Like a Japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
Like a blizzard in Georgia or a train running late
I call out your name girlin the heat of the night and nobody answers cause something ain't right
Breakfast at Shoney's attwo ninety-nine
Saved me some money and eased up my mind
I'm walking in circles and feeling the pain
I'm tossing and turning And crying in vain
Like a Japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
Like a blizzard in Georgia or a train running late
I call out your name girlin the heat of the night and nobody answers cause something ain't right
I'm riding at midnight and crossing the line
From the rain In my windshield and the tears in my eyes
Now the bedroom is emptyand I spent my last dime
Andthe lovers are leaving I got nothing but time, I got
you on my mind

I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you
I`m breathing {breathing} the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of
oxygen
I`m climbin {climbing} the walls to where good and evil make amends
I`m trippin`, {tripping} writhin` and squealin`, pukin` , lookin` for
someone like you
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you
{JAM}
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore baby, I`m
holding you

I don't wanna leave you on the farm, I don't wanna leave you on the
farm
I don't wanna go, ah just so you know; I don't wanna leave you on the
farm
Days go by and I'm still high, but you know, I'm thinkin' about you
Corn's turned brown, leaves fall to the ground It's a sound that
reminds me of you
I don't wanna leave you on the farm, I don't wanna leave you on the
farm
I don't wanna go, ah just so you know; I don't wanna leave you on the
farm
No telephone to call you at home I'm alone on the throne
Go get something hey, thanks for nothin I'll keep truckin' and gettin'
myself stoned
I don't wanna leave you on the farm, I don't wanna leave you on the
farm
I don't wanna go, ah just so you know; I don't wanna leave you on the
farm
Days go by and I'm still high, but you know, I'm thinkin' about you
Corn's turned brown, leaves fall to the ground It's a sound that
sticks like glue