Laulunsanoja:
Terry Allen Lubbock On Everything

Sittin in a lonely business land His story is on every jukebox And his life...like his drinkin Is on the rocks Yeah His life...like his drinkin Is on

Well it's not silly When she brings you your chili To grab a cracker And distract her...with a crunch A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only see her once

He never done too good When he's in high school Ahhh He never even talked To a popular girl Yeah He just hung around Down at the drive-in Honkin on his

So? He took up with a waitress Named Loose Ruby Cole While she was a-hoppin' tables Down at the Hi-D-Ho An he met her on the sly When her daddy weren'

Well I just left myself today Hell I couldn't wait to get away There's still a smear Across the mirror That I have been But it won't Reflect on me Again

half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county Just to ride on that New Delhi Train Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Ridin down that New Delhi Line Ridin on

sad An I went to work down at the factory It weren't art...but it weren't bad So They put me on the assembly line Puttin plastic leaves on the plastic

Sa la vey Sa la guerre When that soft suburban moonlight Plays a mansionette melody Calling all blue collars And their sweet boufantee's To go slipping

hand An They met out on the highway At the Paradise Motel Lounge On Saturday nights When things weren't right Between him an his wife in town An they're just another couple On