Stop got a little gasoline at the old bean peak. Rollin round wound up in the middle of BFE. Spinnin these wheels down a road that we ain't ever seen.
Grass stained bare feet. Dove in my front seat. Windshield full of road to run. And a gas tank full of freedom. . Red sky faded to black. A couple cans deep in a six pack.
She was diggin' up her sundress, showing off her tatty. She said, "I like your ride, maybe you could be my caddy. What you say you pick us up a six-pack of Natty".