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Lowside of The Road |
I’m on a black elevator
Goin down
Little joe from kokomo
It rattles to the ground
The dice is laughin at the
Man that he throwed
Your rollin over to the
Lowside of the road.
The moon is red and your
Dancin real slow
29 miles left to go
The chain momkeys
Help you with your load
You’re rollin over to the
Lowside of the road
Jezebel is naked
With an axe
The prosecution tell you
To relax
Your head feels like it’s ready
To explode
You’re rollin over, you’re rollin over
Well the clapper has been ripped
Out of the bell
The flapper has been kicked right
Out of hell
When the horse whips the
Man that he rode
You’re rollin over to the lowside of the road
The dog won’t bite if you beat
Him with a bone
She’s so shy when she’s
Talkin on the phone
The round rises up and starts to groan
You’re rollin over to the
Lowside of the road
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