Frank Black Pure Denizen Of The Citizens Band
I want to ask you fellows Why do you shut me out? When I've driven every place that they call land I talk plain talk I've seen the moon sitting on the road And I don't eat no Chateaubriand And I drive my car Under same stars Where the miles are Come back I demand Dear gentlemen Please let me in I don't know how I can make you understand I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band Pure denizen of the citizens band Pure denizen of the citizens band Pure denizen of the citizens band Hey friend you know what I'd do If I was making the bucks Well I'd move me to a place Where all they had was trucks 'Cause there's one thing that I can't stand There's one thing I can't stand There's one thing I can't stand There's one thing I can't stand
