somethingout – truckersatlas lyrics
[verse 1]
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, s+x 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 gonna get off scot+f+cking+free and we all did
[chorus]
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
[post+chorus]
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
[verse 2]
i’m going up, going over to montana, you got yoursеlf a trucker’s atlas
you knew you werе all hot, well, maybe you’ll go and blow a gasket
you start at the northwest corner, go down through california
beeline, you might drive three days and three nights to the tip of florida
[verse 3]
do you speak the lingo? oh, oh, oh no
do you speak the lingo? no, no
how far does your road go? oh, no, you don’t know?
[verse 4]
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 gonna get off scot+f+cking+free and we all did
and the writing in the stall said, “we write our maps in the stalls”
i’m going to arizona, s+x on the rocks all warm and red and we all bled
[chorus]
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
[post+chorus]
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
[verse 5]
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
you start at the northwest corner, go down through california
beeline, you might drive three days and three nights to the tip of florida
[outro]
(where i do lines in at the crossroads where i—
i control my ant—
how far do your roads go?
i wanted to ’round, go
goin’ to colorado to unload my head
goin’ to new york city
i’m going up to alaska
and we’re riding with the [?], riding down
[?])
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