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
a new one anytime I pleased And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state
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
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 I
that hide behind your dress Belly up and arch your back Well I ain't really fallin' asleep I'm fadin' to black And you could come to me by plane, but
Throw myself off Lookout mount No more for my soul to keep I wonder who will drive my car Wonder if my mom will weep I throw myself off Lookout mountain
on the avenue and probably coming after you And they all look mean and strong Mean and strong like liquor, mean and strong like fear Strong like the people from South
numbers for this man I used to know And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by It's really
We gonna take you up to McMary county Tennessee Back in the days when Sheriff Buford Busted around things around there Sheriff Buford Pusser Was tryin
Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches With his book reviews and movie deals Down at the car lot makin' public appearances For breakin
a deferment, there's was much work to be done He was a family man, even in those days But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway In the South Pacific
can remember's that it sounded like a train Pieces of that truckstop Litter up the highway I been told And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas
cheap as hell and only John would work as well So they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died John Henry was a steel-driving bastard But
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 wood
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
cheap as hell and only John would work as well, so they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died. John Henry was a steel-driving bastard
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
bought a new one anytime I pleased And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the