Bob Luman

Interstate 40

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Walkin' down the shoulder of Interstate Forty cussin' every rock that I kick
Since I lost everything in the last depression I've just give up and I've quit
But I'm happy tho I ain't had nothing since morning but a cold drink and a pie
And it rained up the road bout an hour ago but I've walked these brogans dry

But that's just life our on Interstate 40 but I'm a happy son of a gun
The governments givin' me Interstate 40 and the good Lord's give me a thumb

Now you gotta be carefull out on Interstate 40 cause the highway men ain't dumb
There's a law against hikin' out on Interstate 40 so you gotta know who to thumb
But if you're like me you wouldn't mind at all cause what the law calls punishment
Is ninety wonderful days of patching up old Interstate 40 cement

Oh that's just life our on Interstate 40...

Now the world's my castle and the grass my carpet and my heart is all my own
The rains my bath and a Interstate 40 is my home sweet home sweet home
Now when I die just plant me close to where the big trucks whine and moan
Just anywhere along ole Interstate 40 will rest my weary bones

Oh that's just life our on Interstate 40...
The good Lord's give me a thumb the good Lord's give me a thumb


Autor(es): John D. Loudermilk

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