Testo di Moonjock

In our covered wagon times when dad he had his captain eyes we'd get the steel horse moving on the straights and lines of 95 and mom she was our singer and we kept alive on greasy fries I held onto my stash of jams that ran along in Michelin time In the back of our old car never going to far In the back of our old car I think we've gone too far And there's no way to remind me of pacific plates or what the text was No better way to remind me of sun heated seats then "love me do" was Carolina mark the mile "south of the border" bumper signs And styles I don't recognize A weeping willow motel sign By Georgia I am hypnotized more batteries for my power ma'am I'm tuning into radio let it change me till we drive again In the back of our old car never going to far In the back of our old car I think we've gone too far And there's no way to remind me of the scented heads In a blue camino No better way to remind me of a neato rack then a lead off track was. And in the nighttime you'll sleep Lean on it lean on it Don't you wake them lean on it And then we ran out again and then we ran out again We ran it out, ran it out.