歌词
I was driving up from
TampaWhen the radiator burst
I was three sheets to the wind
A civilian saw me first
And then there was the cop
And then the children standing on the corner
Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp
And the weather's getting warmer
I was getting out of jail
Heading to the
GreyhoundYou said you'd hop on one yourself
And meet me on the way down
I was shaking way too hard to think
Dead on my feet about to drop
Went and got the case of vodka from a car
And walked the two miles to the bus stop
Got on the bus half drunk again
The driver glared at me
Met up with you in
InglisThumbed a ride to
Cedar KeyIf we never make it back to
California
I want you to know
I love you
But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
That's always right there up above you
Hey!Peacocks
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