Drive-By Truckers - The Tough Sell lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - The Tough Sell lyrics]
"She's a beaute, yes sir she is"
Said EZ DAN, fifty five, a bad age
Smelling of Brute from Fabrege' and sweat
EZ DAN don't bathe a lot these days
(and why the hell should he anyway?)
"She's got a few miles on
Her, but then again, who don't?"
He said with a slight chuckle
The recent Binaca Blast still
Lingering on his breath
"and besides, them's highway miles"
I shifted my weight from one
Foot to the other
It certainly wasn't the car of my dreams
But the price was right
And EZ DAN assured me the mid
70's were a particularly nice period
For Chrysler products in general
"and this one is a Volare'" and besides
Finally having an eight track
Means I can play
All them tapes I ain't been able
To listen to since high-school
So we stuffed EZ DAN's body in the
Trunk and hauled ass out of town
But somewhere just past the middle of
Nowhere the fuel pump blew
And the oil pump too
And the piston rods hurled
Straight through the engine block
Dropping oil, gasoline, water
And anti-freeze onto the Alabama
Red clay below
Ain't that a bitch?
I ain't never been lucky with love
Music by Drive-by Truckers
(Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell)
Said EZ DAN, fifty five, a bad age
Smelling of Brute from Fabrege' and sweat
EZ DAN don't bathe a lot these days
(and why the hell should he anyway?)
"She's got a few miles on
Her, but then again, who don't?"
He said with a slight chuckle
The recent Binaca Blast still
Lingering on his breath
"and besides, them's highway miles"
I shifted my weight from one
Foot to the other
It certainly wasn't the car of my dreams
But the price was right
And EZ DAN assured me the mid
70's were a particularly nice period
For Chrysler products in general
"and this one is a Volare'" and besides
Finally having an eight track
Means I can play
All them tapes I ain't been able
To listen to since high-school
So we stuffed EZ DAN's body in the
Trunk and hauled ass out of town
But somewhere just past the middle of
Nowhere the fuel pump blew
And the oil pump too
And the piston rods hurled
Straight through the engine block
Dropping oil, gasoline, water
And anti-freeze onto the Alabama
Red clay below
Ain't that a bitch?
I ain't never been lucky with love
Music by Drive-by Truckers
(Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell)