The Skies Wont Fall
Wind me up and let me walk...
I've got no strategy but to suck up the sear and tear the earth apart
Man like dog can be taught not to talk..
Yeah, those who remember me as half good company
As a man who saved himself through irony
- Don't tell me anything - if I hear a secret - I'll burst
Don't tell me anything - unless you wanna hear the worst
I'll never tell anyone what they haven't already heard
Don't tell me anything - if I smell a secret: I'll burst...
My tongue just wanna get rid of the trut
Super Slab Showdown
Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that Ogallala?
When outta town come a local clown in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip antenna
We was haulin' a load a' them go-go girls
Truckin' 'em over to O-town
Old boy got on his microphone
Says "How's about a little showdown?"
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out vittles
Swing them heifers and away we go
Wake up, Earl, we gots to race that pile a' junk over ta North Platte city
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he's gonna whip Ol' Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten
"Jes' kiss that Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause when Bessie hits that floatin' gear
"You gonna be eatin' Hereford pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
A trunk full a' cows an' a hood full a' bees
Move it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! C'mon Bessie!
Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
If we don't win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don't break my neck,
We gonna take them cows to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let's give it a whirl.
"That Chevy is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin' the weeds
We definitely was in that Monfort lane.
Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too close
Got a terminal dose a' that good ol' Hereford gas.
Phew!
Hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a buck
She's rollin' the boulevard shakedown
Hot damn, I'm a truckin' man
And I sorta like ta put my foot down
This old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown