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Drive By Truckers The Dirty South

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

Well, they caught you smoking grass and the judge threw the book I can see a little opportunism in your look You can take it from me, boy You can take

him a deferment there's was much work to be done He was a family man, even in those days But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway In the South Pacific

numbers for this man I used to know And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by It's really

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