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walked a mile to the truckstop,
this is anything but bad luck.
it may be hot out here but i can t see a cloud for miles.
cus im just made of starch and carbohydrates
and i swear these bones won t break.
starch and carbohydrates,sweat and cigarettes.
im comin home tomorrow, i ll try and look my best.
and i guess you should come with me.
our city s street is path to the sea.
i believe in love but i think marriage is a sham
and i could stand with you forever on this cold and sexy sand.
i could lay out under stars that we can see.
there s nothin but road
for this southern boy to see.
you re there, right there,
that s what matters.
stand here, right here
for a thousand hours.