Fine Leather Truck

The Gourds

Whippoorwill won't ya listen

To my roaming story

We started out frying

up a morning glory

I tell you 'bout the things ya like t¹know I found

& how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound

In my fine leather truck

So I rolled up my dirty red pants

Took my shoes off

Crossed my legs when I danced

I did the hyena, the milkman and the fox-trot

We smoked our last then headed for the Pine Knot

In my fine leather truck

Then the rain came down

& soaked us all up

Could not keep the technology

from suckin' us up

Spiderman was all I could remember then

We crossed the walls

& left that ugly town

In my fine leather truck