Lyrics
Put Me Down Again
(C. Reid)
Put Me down again today baby, and I'm flyin' in your mouth like a greased rocket sled on rails
When the midday sun is shinin' on me I'm a Southern sumbitch cobra spittin' nails
I'm the Enola Gay and I'm your 240 smooth bore raw meat eatin' two-ton jackhammer man
And I'm comin' after you two times when you decide to put me down again
Put me down
I'm Richard Roundtree
Put me down
I'm Benjamin Grimm
Put me down
I'm Molly Hatchet
Put me down
I'm Superstar Billy Graham
Drinkin' gasoline from the barrel of a sawed-off twelve gauge shotgun rifle ain't much to me
I'm Thor, little lady, and the starch raving lunatic standing in the middle of the street
Like Iron Man I'm staring at the world just waiting for the other cockroach killer to land
These things will become clear to you so nut up, jaws, and put me down again
Put me down
I'm Richard Roundtree
Put me down
I'm Benjamin Grimm
Put me down
I'm Molly Hatchet
Put me down
I'm Superstar Billy Graham
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(C. Reid)
I gotta pretty little mama and she's livin' by the Golden Gate Bridge
While I'm sittin' here in Georgia with a case of PBR in the fridge
Somethin' seems wrong to me
'Cause you know with that sweet woman I wanna be
So I'm crankin' up my Jimmy and gear jammin' down the 383
I got my CB on 19 and the bears are breathin' right down my back
But that's alright 'cause I got Camels and Dave Dudley on the stereo 8-track
Well you know it's alright with me
'Cause tonight with that sweet woman I'm gonna be
So I'm crankin' up my Jimmy and gear jammin' down the 383
Now I'm passin' every weigh station, rollin' armadillos flat
Comin' up on bumpers holdin' on to my cowboy hat
Well you know, I gotta get there soon
'Cause I'm startin' to feel like I'm chasing the moon
And I'm crankin' up my Jimmy and gear jammin' down the 383
Now I see her on the billboards and I see her in the clouds in the sky
I hear her voice on the F.M., it's enough to make a grown man cry
But you know it's alright with me
'Cause tonight with that sweet woman I'm gonna be
So I'm crankin' up my Jimmy and gear jammin' down the 383
So I'm crankin' up my Jimmy and gear jammin' down the 383
Too Much Too Late
(M. Griffiths)
When you left me standing in the door with a scowl
I thought that you'd be back here in my lovin' arms somehow
Now I'm finding out that you've found another man
To hold you in his lovin' arms, you say he understands
Too much too late, I had to hesitate
Those cryin years and floods of tears, they came too late
Too much too late, I had to hesitate
Those cryin years and floods of tears, they came too late
How could I have been so blind to what's in front of me
When you left I looked around, you're all I see
Too much too late, I had to hesitate
Those cryin years and floods of tears, they came too late
Too much too late, I had to hesitate
Those cryin years and floods of tears, they came too late
They came too late
They came too late
Dodge in your Garage
(C. Reid)
I don't care about the yellow ribbons in your hair
I don't care about the hip clothes that you wear
I don't care if all the other boys stand and stare
I only care about the Dodge in your garage
It's a 440 Hemi with a four barrel four-bolt main
Comin' round the corner like a pink and black and chrome freight train
And the four-on-the-floor only makes we wanna love you more
I don't care about the ruby red on your lips
I don't care about the velvet on your fingertips
I care a little bit about the way you shake your hips
But what I really love's the Dodge in your garage
It's a 440 Hemi with a four barrel four-bolt main
Comin' round the corner like a pink and black and chrome freight train
And the four-on-the-floor only makes we wanna love you more
I don't care about the yellow ribbons in your hair
I don't care about the hip clothes that you wear
I don't care if all the other boys stand and stare
I only care about the Dodge in your garage
It's a 440 Hemi with a four barrel four-bolt main
Comin' round the corner like a pink and black and chrome freight train
And the four-on-the-floor only makes we wanna love you more
And the four-on-the-floor only makes we wanna love you more
Another Day Away
(C. Reid)
Six Hundred miles to go
In this long-haulin' one-man show
A new reminder every single mile
Honky Tonk Radio
Waitresses who won't say no
Gear jammin' tail lights shinin' all the while
Through blood and tears and spit
I need another hit
Before I roll this rollin' box straight for the Lord
Write these words as I drive
Pills to help me stay alive
Blinded by this rain that's fallin' down
Truckstop at 6:05
Sun's comin' up when I arrive
Breakfast in a new familiar town
Through heat and rain and snow
This white line that I know
Grows longer on the road and on my dash
D.P.S. is on my back
Brave man in a Cadillac
Horizon's just another day away
Loading dock and cargo bay
Another invoice another day away
