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Wicked And Weird

This song is by Buck 65 and appears on the album Talkin' Honky Blues (2003) and on the compilation This Right Here Is Buck 65 (2005).

Driving with a yellow dog, I-95
He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes
Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet
Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs
blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape
sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape
Looking for a gas station, better make a list
Fill it up with regular, I need to take a piss
sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel
top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield
not a care in the world, not a how, and a why
no destination, not a cloud in the sky
back on the road not a moment too soon
dish ran away with some other spoon

wicked and weird I'm a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
wicked and weird I'm a rat fish
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress

Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shoulder
cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder
to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench
Been thinking about brushing up on my French
Right there in the glove box, if you should look
You'll find 40 parking tickets
And a copy of the Good Book
Don't bother looking, you'll never find me
I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me

wicked and weird I'm a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
wicked and weird I'm a rat fich
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress

Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheelwell
Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well
But all I need is a half decent breakfast
And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless

5 o'clock shadow, lips like mud flaps
hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps
The further I get, I keep going faster
Whispers in the wind, cows in the pasture
I have no plans and nothin' to prove either
I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theater

The highway's the story teller, I just write it down
Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now
I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days
and laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days
I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates
They'll be working on my car and playing 78's

wicked and weird I'm a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
wicked and weird I'm a rat fish
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress

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