Drivin' To The Poorhouse In A Limosine Lyrics - Ely Joe

(Joe Ely) 

Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine 

Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine 

Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit. 

Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots. 

That's the life I live in a rock and roll band 

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can. 

Sleepin' in the back-seat at the Shopping Mall 

Parkin' at the pay phone waitin for a call 

If it wasn't for 'collect' and 'I.O.U.' 

I'd be up to my neck in 'Overdue' 

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand 

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can. 

Diggin' through the bottles and magazines 

Hope I got some money for some gasoline 

Government agents nippin at my heels. 

I'm a limo-length ahead of a jailhouse meal. 

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand 

Drivin' to the Poo house just as fast as I can. 

Feelin' like a sailor in a submarine 

Feedin' quarters to the car-wash keepin' her clean. 

Dropped my last dime thru the cracks in the floor 

Hope the promotor don't take the back door. 

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand 

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can. 

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Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can. 

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can. 

Fat-assed businessmen suckin my blood 

Slingin my name like it was mud 

If I go to hell in a Caddilac 

Give 'em my money and I won't look back 

I ain't gonna be treated this a way 

I ain't gonna be tzeated this a way 

I ain't gonna be treated this a way 

I ain't gonna be treated this a way