Drive-By Truckers - Filthy and Fried lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - Filthy and Fried lyrics]
Bottles falling in a dumpster send
A stale smell rising
Through a sickening summer haze
To the rhythm of a
Boot heeled hipster cowgirl’s
Clunky sashay of shame
Mundane mayhem the last of the
AM’S gasoline powered release
Of the rest of the day to
The afternoon’s rising relentlessly
Stifling heat
Up round the corner a B model
Mazda’s sitting crooked between the lines
Feeling lucky that 27’s the hardest
Thing she’ll have to survive
Just don’t mix your Browns and
Your whites with your wine
And don’t sit on your cigarettes
You’ll feel like shit soon
Enough and deserve’s
Got no say in a story’s past
It’s what alive feels like
Bored children caught between dog days
When night turns them loose
All that’s different for girls is the
Bragging and who it’s done to
Everyone claims that the times are a
Changing as theirs pass them by
And everyones’s right
Way down beneath all the talk and
Tequila and reasons excuses and doubts
Breathing steam from his cup and
Stink from his fingers
He’s starting to figure it out
The old man’s world was
More doing than thinking
And the doing was more cut and dried
Now girls collect trophies as
Much as the boys
And come home just as filthy and fried
Now girls collect trophies as
Much as the boys
And come home just as filthy and fried
A stale smell rising
Through a sickening summer haze
To the rhythm of a
Boot heeled hipster cowgirl’s
Clunky sashay of shame
Mundane mayhem the last of the
AM’S gasoline powered release
Of the rest of the day to
The afternoon’s rising relentlessly
Stifling heat
Up round the corner a B model
Mazda’s sitting crooked between the lines
Feeling lucky that 27’s the hardest
Thing she’ll have to survive
Just don’t mix your Browns and
Your whites with your wine
And don’t sit on your cigarettes
You’ll feel like shit soon
Enough and deserve’s
Got no say in a story’s past
It’s what alive feels like
Bored children caught between dog days
When night turns them loose
All that’s different for girls is the
Bragging and who it’s done to
Everyone claims that the times are a
Changing as theirs pass them by
And everyones’s right
Way down beneath all the talk and
Tequila and reasons excuses and doubts
Breathing steam from his cup and
Stink from his fingers
He’s starting to figure it out
The old man’s world was
More doing than thinking
And the doing was more cut and dried
Now girls collect trophies as
Much as the boys
And come home just as filthy and fried
Now girls collect trophies as
Much as the boys
And come home just as filthy and fried