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Took a trip to Texas down Highway, singing about what I saw and thought.
folk surreal satire
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I've always considered myself folk, but I play an electric guitar, so you figure it out. I'm just a guy with some cheesy equipment. Sheet music really helps me
I'm just an old man recording in a basement. The band is an AdrenaLinn effects and drum machine, some amps and some guitars
Song Info
Charts
Peak #80
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Slick Fingered Boozy Bruce
Rights
Naw
Uploaded
June 19, 2006
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:24
Story behind the song
It's about Texas, lust, love, and missed opportunities.
Lyrics
Oh, no Oklahoma, Narrow roads I drove But in Texas roads are wide Enough to land an airline. Men in stripes, up ahead Picking up the litter I guess I wear my stripes too And will ‘til I forget her. What a way to waste my time Driving Highway 69 And Governor Keating if you’re so mean Why aren’t Oakie roads as clean. Thinking about my old lover, Well that was many years ago. A lot of water over the dam And way too much alcohol But if I ruined your life dear As my restitution. I won’t take the guilt or blame, But I’ll think about you often. What a way to waste my time, Driving Highway 69, And Gov. Keating, in you’re so mean Why aren’t Oakie roads as clean? I saw a black man in an orange suit Walking in Lufkin in the afternoon. Sir, why you wear such colorful clothes; Son I wish my clothes would glow. Around the corner lying dead, Texas longhorn road-killed Men and equipment all around. So much bigger than an armadillo. What a way to waste my time, Driving Highway 69, And Governor Keating if you’re so mean Why aren’t Oakie roads as clean? Port Arthur, what a place, Only black folks live there. Razor wire all around, Buildings crumbling to the ground. Watching ships on the channel. A girl with slanty-eyes, Asks “Are you arone Mr? Follow me to Paradise.” I know the way, I lied to her. Thank you anyway. Thinking miles later. You don’t see that every day. What a way to waste my time, Driving Highway 69, And Gov. Keating, in you’re so mean Why aren’t Oakie roads as clean? And I don’t know how Hindus came to own all The motels in the Midlands. Hell, maybe they are Moslems.
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