Smokin long black caddilac the engines winding down
he park it up on the sidewalk like he own the whole damn town
i hear him talking to some chick through a thick ghost of smoke
through a thicker haze of southern comfort and coke
Say girl you're hotter than the hinges hanging off the gates of hell
dont be afraid to turn to me if he dont treat you well
and by he, i meant me, so i laughed and i shook his hand
he laughed a little bit harder as he yelled up at the band

Play a train song and bring me one more round
make'em leave my boots on when they lay me in the ground
i am a run away locomotive out of my one track mind
and i'm lookin for any kind of trouble that i can find

I got this old black leather jacket
i got this pack of marlboro reds
i got this stash here in my pocket
i got these thoughts in my own head
I like to run until i got to walk until i've got to crawl
this moment that we;re in right now aint nothing else at all

Televison blizzard light we looked around his place
we found him cold there on the sofa, a little smile across his face
and though i tried with all of my saddness somehow i just a could not weep
for a man who looked to me like he died laughing in his sleep

dai*ma
(drug testing in progress) :thumbsup: