Slaid Cleaves Getaway Car
THE OL’ MAN’S BEEN DRINKING
AND MOMMA’S BEEN DRIVING
HERSELF HOME ALONE MORE AND MORE
BABY TUGGING AT HER BREAST
AND THAT OL’ DEVIL WON’T TAKE NO REST
THE GOD-DAMN NEIGHBORS ALL KEEPING SCORE
IT’S MOMMA’S BIRTHDAY
OH BUT THE BILLS AIN’T PAID
WE’LL SIT ALONE IN THE DARK
“MAKE A PALLET BY THE SCREEN DOOR DEAR“
“TRY AND LET SOME COOL AIR IN HERE”
LISTENIN’ TO THE HIGHWAY ROLLING FAST
(CHORUS)
AND I DREAM OF A GETAWAY CAR
ONE WITH NO BRAKES OR PLATES
DARK AND SWIFT WITHOUT A TRACE
I’LL DRIVE IT OH SO FAR AWAY
STRAIGHT INTO THE NIGHT
I’M GONNA BURY IT ALL IN THE GLOW OF MY HEADLIGHTS
THE TOWN PUMP’S AT THE EDGE OF TOWN
THE WHORES CALL HIS NAME WHEN HE COMES AROUND
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND LIKE A MILLIONAIRE
CRAWLS HOME ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES
TO THREE HUNGRY MOUTHS TO FEED
THEIR BELLY’S AS EMPTY AS THE FRIGIDAIRE
(CHORUS)
AND I DREAM OF A GETAWAY CAR
ONE WITH NO BRAKES OR PLATES
DARK AND SWIFT WITHOUT A TRACE
I’LL DRIVE IT OH SO FAR AWAY
STRAIGHT INTO THE NIGHT
I’M GONNA BURY IT ALL IN THE GLOW OF MY HEADLIGHTS
(DRUMS, BASS, ACOUSTIC/BARITONE GUITAR, MANDOLIN)
