Truck Fire

Smitty from the city of the bums

Worthless broken slums

That he calls his home

Ricky was Smitty’s oldest son

With an afro no one knows

What he has done

 

Pickup truck’s on fire oh my god

We’re fucked, we’ll die now

 

A pickup burning to the ground

Smitty stuck around

But we don’t know what for

A lawman found a little stash

And took all of his cash

That he had worked hard for

 

Throw him in the wagon

Cuff him up

We’ll drag him downtown

 

A jailhouse he made a couple friends

His time only begins

When he busted out

Tomorrow by this time I’ll be gone

To a lawless open place

That I can call my own

 

Always done what you’re told

Now its time to hit the open road