Standin' in the middle of a Roman street. Marble dust all over my feet. Bearded masses at the gates. Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late. . Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay.
Ruby said you getting us in a world of hurt. Down below the Mason-Dumbass line the food gets worse. I can't go back to Tennessee. That NASCAR country's not for me.
She gets a little restless in the spring. She might follow the lines you sing. Bullshit though they are. Cause sometimes thats just the thing. If delivered with panache and a certain graceFingertips on satin lace.
Must be a cold front coming. Cause I saw the eastbound C&O. And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow. And that boy'll drive me crazy. Don't know what I'll do with him.