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Drive By Truckers The Dirty South

put the bottom in their face Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light My Daddy played poker by a hard

can remember is "It sounded like a train" Pieces of that truck stop, litter up the highway, I been told And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas

Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches With his book reviews and movie deals Down at the car lot making public appearances For breaking

would See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive

things that hide behind your dress. Belly-up and arch your back. Well I ain't really falling asleep; I'm fading to black. You could come to me by plane

Let the night air cool you off. Tilt your head back and try to cough. Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw. Let the night air cool you off

If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more for my soul to keep I wonder who will drive my car I wonder if my Mom will weep If I throw myself off

Life ain't nothing but a blendin' up of all the ups and downs Dammit Elvis, don't you know He makes mama so proud Before you ever made that record, before

See his name in Victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive