Big Black Hearse

I quit my job down at the parlor, man that business sure was dead
Shot my boss and stole the hearse and down the road I fled,
Well I scored a lonesome honey, I got her heart in my hand
This ain't no dream date for that baby with a fiend like me, her ever
lovin' man...

Well, there's rain on my windshield and my wheels are runnin' red
Looks to me like a dead-end sign, loomin' straight ahead
The night is long n' endless, I got a place by my side
Stick out yer thumb and show some leg , a fiend like me will take you on
yer final ride...

You see my big black hearse a'rollin', goddamn that highway sure is long,
The iron tongue of midnight tolls out it's lonesome song,
Well I could be dyin' easy, but dyin' easy ain't my plan!
This ain't no peaceful easy feelin' when a fiend like me is always on the
lamb...

but I ain't no sheep...

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