Truckers - Vlad Nezhniy

I'm going to Colorado To unload my head I'm going to New York City And that's in New York, friends I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we bled! And the writing in the stall said We write our maps in the stalls I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free And we all did! This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and I feel great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm goin' up, going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket You start at the northwest corner Goin' down through California Beeline you might drive three days Three nights to the tip of Florida Oh do you speak the lingo? Oh, oh no Oh do you speak the lingo? No no How far does your road go? Oh no, you don't know? I'm going to Colorado To unload my head I'm going to New York City And that's in New York, friends I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free And we all did! And the writing in the salt says We ride out to the stars I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we all did! This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and I feel great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm going up, going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot Well maybe you'll go and blow a gasket Start at the northwest corner Go down through California Beeline you might drive three days Three nights to the tip of Florida

Don't call me your baby I won't answer Love is like cancer And I am immune To all that you're bringing The tune that you're singing A sign of a locked room I saw the locked room It's such an illusion Before the collision I made a decision Don't tell me your secrets I'd rather not listen I know what I'm missing It's always too soon It's always too soon to be cold for comfort To belong to someone inside a locked room But that always happens when nobody's looking (nobody's looking) I really don't care what's inside you I wont stand beside you or answer your calls I don't want to fight now I'm only here right now This moment is all This moment is all Don't call me your baby I'm nobody's baby I won't let you cage me Or lock me away I'm not yours to keep Don't want you to save me You're just a vacation A wonder way station To keep me awake, until I'm ready to sleep To keep me awake, until I'm ready to sleep To keep me awake, until I'm ready to sleep

Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand I was my mama's little angel, my daddy's second chance He went end over end, the first year he went pro And he lost part of his eyesight, so he couldn't race, no more But he never lost his touch when he got under a hood He knew how to make 'em run, he knew one day he would See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel And he'd say, "What do you think about that, son? How does she feel? You just wait 'til them little legs get long enough to reach the gas Once you put her on the floor one time, there ain't no turning back" Every Saturday he'd take me out to the garage He'd take an empty bucket, fill it full of engine parts He's sit me down and pour 'em out in front of me on the floor I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for We'd jump in his old car and go down to the race at night He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong, what each one did right He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve Number three might have the car but 43's got the nerves Way before I turned 18 daddy said "Now pretty soon You'll be old enough to race when I'm gonna leave it up to you I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know You gotta have a car to do it, you gotta work and buy your own" First one that I bought was a Mustang number two Nobody kept 'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes They started showing up at every used car lot in town A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down Me and daddy and my uncle took her home and we tore her down Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor Knocked out all the glass and we welded up the doors Well, the first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame I started out way in the back and came back 'bout the same Pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my daddy in the eye He said, "If you quit now, son, it's gonna haunt you all your life" See, it ain't about the money or even being number one You gotta know when it's all over, you did the best you could've done And knowing that it's in you and you never let it out Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have Since then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to run my own I'd shove 'em in the wall and I'd hit 'em from behind I'd let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine It's been several years since my daddy passed away But his picture's on my dash, every time I go to race I lost more than I won, but I ain't gonna give up 'Til they put me in the ground or daddy's name's on that cup

If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more for my soul to keep I wonder who will drive my car I wonder if my Mom will weep If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more pain my soul to bare No more worries about paying taxes What to eat, what to wear? Who will end up with my records? Who will end up with my tapes? Who gonna pay my credit card bill? Who's gonna pay for my mistakes? If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain, who will ever hear my songs? Who's gonna mow the cemetery when all of my family's gone? Who will Mom and Daddy find to continue the family name? Who will stand there taking credit? Who will lay there passing blame? Who? Who's gonna lay there passing blame?

Your Daddy was mad as hell He was mad at me and you When he tied that chain to the front of my car And pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into Don't know what his problem is Why he keeps sending me away? Don't know why I put up with this shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ And he makes good money as long as Reynolds wrap keeps everything wrapped up tight Your mama's as good a wife and mama as she can be And your sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me Your brother was the first born, got ten fingers and ten toes And it's a damn good thing 'cause he needs all 20 to keep the closet door closed Maybe it's the 26 mile drive from Zip City to Colbert Heights Keeps my mind clean Gets me through the night Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go Keeps me from having to deal with my 17 year old mind all alone Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight By the time you drop them I'll be gone And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life You say you're tired of me taking you for granted Waitin' up 'til the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do But you're only 15, girl, you ain't got no secretary And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you I bet that's just your daddy talking 'Cause He knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you Zip City it's a good thing that they built a wall around you Zip up to Tennessee then zip right down to Alabama I got 350 heads on a 305 engine I get ten miles to the gallon I ain't got no good intentions

You wanna grow up to paint houses like me A trailer in my yard 'til you're 23 You wanna feel old after 42 years Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears Well, I used to go out in a Mustang A 302 Mach One in green Me and your mama made you in the back And I sold it to buy her a ring And I learned not to say much of nothing So I figured you already know But in case you don't or maybe forgot I'll lay it out real nice and slow Don't call what you're wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't worry about losing your accent A Southern man tells better jokes Have fun, but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell 'em you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away Don't give it away Five years in a St. Florian foundry They call it Industrial Park Then hospital maintenance and Tech School Just to memorize Frigidaire parts But I got to missing your mama And I got to missing you too And I went back to painting for my old man And I guess that's what I'll always do So don't let 'em take who you are, boy And don't try to be who you ain't And don't let me catch you in Kendale With a bucket of a wealthy man's paint Don't call what you're wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't sing with a fake British accent Don't act like your family's a joke Have fun, and stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away Don't give it away

He was running down the street When they shot him in his tracks About the only thing agreed upon 'Cause he ain't coming back There won't be any trial So the air it won't be cleared There's just two sides calling names Out of anger out of fear And if you say it wasn't racial When they shot him in his tracks Well, I guess that means that you ain't black It means that you ain't black I mean Barack Obama won And you can choose where to eat But you don't see too many white kids Lying bleeding on the street In some town in Missouri But it could be anywhere It could be right here on Ruth Street In fact, it's happened here And it happened where you're sitting Wherever that might be And it happened last weekend And it will happen again next week And when they turned him over They were surprised there was no gun I mean, he must have done something Or else why would he have run? And they'll spin it for the anchors On the television screen So we can shrug and let it happen Without asking what it means What it means What it means Then I guess there was protesting And some looting in some stores And someone was reminded that They ain't called colored folks no more I mean we try to be politically Correct when we call names But what's the point of post-racial When old prejudice remains? And that guy who killed that kid Down in Florida standing ground Is free to beat up on his girlfriend And wave his brand-new gun around While some kid is dead and buried And laying in the ground With a pocket full of skittles What it means What it means Astrophysics at our fingertips And we're standing at the summit And some man with a joystick Lands a rocket on a comet We're living in an age Where limitations are forgotten The outer edges move and dazzle us But the core is something rotten And we're standing on the precipice Of prejudice and fear We trust science just as long As it tells us what we want to hear We want our truths all fair and balanced As long as our notions lie within it There's no sunlight in our asses And our heads are stuck up in it And our heroes may be rapists Who watch us while we dream But don't look to me for answers 'Cause we don't know what it means What it means? What it means?

Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs Dammit Elvis, don't you know? You made your Mama so proud Before you ever made that record, before there ever was a Sun Before you ever lost that Cadillac that Carl Perkins won Mr. Phillips found old Johnny Cash and he was high High before he ever took those pills and he's still too proud to die Mr. Phillips never said anything behind nobody's back Like, "Dammit Elvis, don't he know, he ain't no Johnny Cash" If Mr. Phillips was the only man that Jerry Lee still would call sir Then I guess Mr. Phillips did all of y'all about as good as you deserve He did just what he said he was gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac I got friends in Nashville, or at least they're folks I know Nashville is where you go to see if what they said is so Carl drove his brand new Cadillac to Nashville and he went downtown This time they promised him a Grammy He turned his Cadillac around 'Cause Mr. Phillips never blew enough hot air to need a little gold plated paperweight He promised him a Cadillac and put the wind in Carl's face He did just what he said he was gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac Dammit Elvis, I swear son I think it's time you came around Making money you can't spend ain't what being dead's about You gave me all but one good reason not to do all the things you did Now Cadillacs are fiberglass, if you were me you'd call it quits If Mr. Phillips was the only man that Jerry Lee still would call sir Then I guess Mr. Phillips did all of y'all about as good as you deserve He did just what he said he was gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac In Carl Perkins' Cadillac

Got them pretty road cases Protect our asses, protect our faces, protect our guitars, protect our amps. Got them pretty road cases throw them out an airplane and they'll just bounce Paint our name on them road cases, stencil and white spray paint "Drive-by Truckers" on every one or maybe just "DBT" Gonna get ourselves a big tour bus, maybe even an airplane Fly around the world and back. Hope it don't run out of gas. Got them pretty road cases Someday we'll hock our road cases, when we don't need them anymore To pay off that big cocaine dealer (the only thing they're useful for) One day we'll sell our road cases, when we don't need them anymore When we outlive our usefulness, The only thing road cases are useful for. Got them pretty road cases.

If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down I guess as time goes on I'll grow to miss it less than I do now I think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while 'Til I can get this demon out I know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying to It don't make you do a thing, it just lets you When I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or two And I'll sure miss you Take me piece by piece 'Til there ain't nothing left Worth taking away from me The highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hear Won't you read my lips if I pull you near enough? Could you read my fortune in the bottom of this coffee cup? Can you tell me how to tell when I've had enough? If morning's a bitch with open arms And night's a girl who's gone too far Whiskey is harder to keep Than a woman and it's half as sweet But women without whiskey Women without whiskey Whiskey is hard to beat Whiskey is hard to beat

Let this be a lesson to you, girl Don't come around where you know you don't belong They're riding on the avenue and probably coming after you And they all look mean and strong Mean and strong like liquor, mean and strong like fear Strong like the people from South Alabama And mean like the people from here Take it from me, we ain't never gonna change And daddy used to empty out his shotgun shells And fill 'em full of black-eyed peas He'd aim real low, and he tear out your ankles Or rip right through your knees There ain't much traffic on the highway There ain't much traffic on the lake 'Cause the ATF and the ABI got everything they could take Didn't take it from me, they didn't take it from me Take it from me We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change So, shut your mouth and play along Well, I thought about going in the army I thought about going overseas I wouldn't have trouble with a piss test Only problem is my bad left knee My brother got picked up at Parker's Got him a ride in a new Crown Vic They said that he was movin' on with federal level But they couldn't really make it stick Take it from me We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change So, shut your mouth and play along And you can throw me in the Colbert County jailhouse You can throw me off the Wilson Dam But there ain't much difference in the man I wanna be And the man that I really am We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change Just shut your mouth and play along We ain't never gonna change We ain't never gonna change We ain't never gonna change We ain't never (never gonna change)