Drive-By Truckers Lyrics

Drive-By Truckers Lyrics

"The Buford Stick Lyrics"

Billy Lyrics
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day the sweetest lemonade the darkest game arcade and billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind it moved him secretly it moved him powerfully but prescience was lacking

Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches
With his book reviews and movie deals
Down at the car lot making public appearances
For breaking up our homes and stills
I know he likes to brag how he wrestled a bear
But I knew him from the funeral home
Ask him for a warrant, he'll say "I keep it in my shoe"
That son of a bitch has got to go
That son of a bitch has got to go

Now they lined up around the block to see
I'm Gonna Get Me A Gun Lyrics
I've been demoralized too many times But now I realize, Ah ah, no more. I'm gonna get me a gun I'm gonna get me a gun And all those people who put me down You better get ready to run, Cuz I'm gonna get me a g
that movie
And crying for his ambushed wife
Marveling about about shot eight times and stabbed seven
Some folks can't take a hint
They say he didn't take no crap from the State Line Gang
What the hell they talking bout?
I'm just a hard workingman with a family to feed
And he made my daughter cry
Said he made my daughter cry

"Watch out for Buford!" is what they keep on telling me
But to me he's just another crooked lawman up in T
Song About An Angel Lyrics
Man: So I Say Still Away Sleep Close My Eyes An Image Of Your Face Traced In White Sand Underneath Undefined I Lay Down With Arms Outstreched I Embrace The Fall And All The Time I Tried
ennessee
He gets a new hot car to keep us on our toes
And that ridiculous stick where the press corp. goes
And some big time Hollywood actors playing him on the big screen

"Watch out for Buford! He's shutting down our stills and whores"
But it ain't like he's all that different from what was there before
It wouldn't take my man long to do the job
Just a partially sawed through steering rod
And I wouldn't have to worry about the good She
Are You Playing Dead? Lyrics
Erasing every memory I have of you I hide the pictures away from me Are you happy with what you have done Throw away the future that you have created I cannot erase you A vision of Of perfection Pull
riff anymore
Now the funeral's got'em lined up for twenty blocks
No one liked that SOB when he's alive
But the ruckus he began keeps a spreadin' like a wildfire
Not sure if I'm gonna survive

Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straight-away
The Lord works in mysterious ways
They'll probably make another movie, glorifying what he done
But I'll never have to hear them say
I'll never have to hear them say

Watch out for Buford