Shotgun In A Chevy
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Got a '68 Chevy that his cousin bought in '71.
Traded 98 dollars and his daddy's lucky shotgun. Christened the back bumper with a half-empty bottle of beer.
In the back of his mind, he could hear all the people cheer.
He used to sleep in school, hopin' no one would call his name, as the teacher tried to turn 'em out all the same.
Get up every mornin', do the work you're expected to, and at night, sit and count the crumbs thrown to you. He inherited a job at the local distillery.
Where he had all day to sit and think of what would never be.
Somewhere along the line, he'd been deceived.
Get stoned, read the Bible, an' pretend he still believed. Rollin' down the road with his foot to the floor.
Passin' the same farms and fields as every time before.
Nothin' haunts a man like knowin' that he's free to choose.
So he lets up off the gas when he thinks of all he's got to lose.
Well, you work all day, live just like a slave. Hustlin' for a seat on the slow shuttle to the grave.
There's a bottom to every bottle and the only thing that ever lasts is riding shotgun in a Chevy and countin' all the cars you pass.
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