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Drive By Truckers Southern Rock Opera

Don't know why they even bother putting this highway on the map Everybody that's ever been on it knows exactly where they're at Hells on both ends of

(Scene: a small apartment on the south side of Birmingham as a pissed off old man rants:) I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear something upstairs

[Scene: set in Hell, September 1998. Told from the Devil's point of view] Throw another log on the fire, boys, George Wallace is coming to stay When

was the first-born, got ten fingers and ten toes And it's a damn good thing cause He needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive

ninety, the sky was blue, sun was shining. All the shit, he left behind for the big world waiting there. He was almost out of Leighton, when that phone truck

I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step. Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want to give

great this year All eight cylinders all twelve gears Call you up when I touch down at the airport in a Louisiana town. Street survivors, feeling no pain A little more rock

they told me what to do We didn't have much money; the lord picked up the tab They made me write him love songs, sitting in my room Now I just drink whiskey and drive

the cost of these dreams. Strapped to this projectile, just a blink ago I was back in school. Smoking by the gym door, practicing my rock-star attitude