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Drive By Truckers Go Go Boots

're all offended By the letters that I wrote It's just a shame it hadn't ended Long ago When you sick your lawyers on me Told them to go for the throat

, love Everybody needs love, love, love Just like they need the sun and moon, and stars up above And nobody ever found happiness Living their lives all alone I used to go

I do believe, I do believe, I do believe I saw you standing there Sunlight in your hair reflecting in your eyes I do believe, I do believe, I do believe

'd keep it for you I know I said I trusted me with it more than you But something happened last night that made me reconsider And I need you to drive

Grandmother's wheelchair is sitting in the corner We all sure love her but the little ones avoid her 'Cause she's gray-haired and wrinkled, and her burden

Used to be a cop but I got to be too jumpy I used to like to party 'til I coughed up half a lung But sometimes late at night I hear the beat a-bumping

She was fresh out of college First one in her family to go And California seemed like heaven Pulaski, Tennessee was her home She worked on losing her

re all offended by the letters that I wrote It's just a shame it hadn't ended long ago Then you sicked your lawyers on me Told them to go for the throat

Moon beams we can dream on, at the setting of the sun And the stars we can wish upon, when the working man is done Sunsets we could cry over, have our