We head south on I81
To Chattanooga then further south to Alababam!
5th of MD… you know the kind that doctors my soul
The Rod starts a knockin you know his luck with automobiles.
The road starts a callin’ this exit with no appeal.
The next thing ya know, We gotta pay this Motel bill…
We get more dev’lry and more time to kill th’ time
We got this delivery that’ll never make it on time…
One day out and this revelry is burn to hell…
We start chuggin up north on th’ ol’ highway…
We got got deceived by a gal on th’ way
She left her baby in the th’ truck to stay
Mr. Policeman I do not know her ride
I did not capture her bundled joy inside
If you could tell that traffic man to shuffle us on up th’ line
Charleston Charleston.. Charleston Tennessee
This little joint with my hombre and me
We wait on th’ Metronome from Bristol Tennessee
Ten hours later th’ devils got my head
One more hour.. I hear about Saints Amen
She owes him a dollar for ev’ry nickle he spent
Click Clack tickin’ He arrives in time
This joint is a prison that’s been rollin’ like eyes
But the vision it saw… leaves a deaf man blind….
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