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