I guess things were always quiet around Putnam County Kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts Of the 2-lane, that was stretched out like an Asphalt dance floor where all the oldtimers would Hunker down in bib jeans and store bought boots Lyin' about their lives and the places that they'd been Suckin' on Coca Colas and be spittin' Days Work They's be suckin' on Coca Colas and be spittin' Day's Work Until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and The taverns would be swollen until the naked eye Of 2am, and the Stratocaster guitars slung over Burgermeister beer guts, and the swizzle stick legs
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