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The Gourds - Fine Leather Truck lyrics
Whippoorwill won't ya listen To my roaming story We started out frying up a morning glory I tell you 'bout the things ya like tıknow I found & how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound In my fine leather truck So I rolled up my dirty red pants Took my shoes off Crossed my legs when I danced I did the hyena, the milkman and the fox-trot We smoked our last then headed for the Pine Knot In my fine leather truck Then the rain came down & soaked us all up Could not keep the technology from suckin' us up Spiderman was all I could remember then We crossed the walls & left that ugly town In my fine leather truck |
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