A bunch a cans on the highway.
Bunch a cans on the floor.
He must have been riding high that day.
When the bossman showed him the door.
He kept a couple behind the seat,
A few more in the drawer,
A few more in his locker,
Just in case he needed some more.
Drove a beat up Silverado,
With Ole Miss plates,
With a cherry bomb muffler,
Could hear him from a mile away.
They said he threw a helluva curve ball,
Way back in the day,
To the ladies he was a paramour,
But he threw that all away.
He was only gonna have a few.
But the boss he wouldn’t ignore,
So he threw his empties in the parking lot,
As he headed out to get some more.
He threw a bunch a cans on the highway.
Bunch a cans on the road
He must have been sad and lonely,
When the bossman showed him the door.
The front of that beat up Ford,
Hit the side of that Chevrolet,
And all that was left,
When they hauled that mess away,
Was four lovely children,
By three different exes,
In two different states,
The latest one down in Texas
They buried him in his jersey,
Number 33,
If you drive down 61,
You will see,
A bunch a cans on the highway,
A bunch a cans on the road.
He must have been riding high that day,
When the bossman showed him the door.
credits
from There Is a Snake!,
released April 24, 2014
Lyrics by Lance Porter. Music by The Rakers
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