I'll never drive you anywhere 'til they burn down the BMV
Even then I'll only have you in my dreams
I wanted to take you farther, further south
Maybe west again
But I left you to the wolves
Carburetors or jackpots
Bike locks and jack knives
Eight-tracks and St. Christopher all junked under yer constitution
They once held us down in Arkansas
Just to run the dogs over your bones
They were looking to score some new Storm Trooper boots
Deep in the guts of Texas
Strung out on the misery highway
Well, your bug-punching days are over
Carburetors or jackpots
Bike locks and milk crates
Full of 8 tracks and St. Christopher all junked under yer constitution
Jackie, I want to have you but your new man drives a tow truck
Well he ain't got a heart he's got a big gun
And I don't want to push my luck
I don't want to push my luck
Late Fall and the mercury rises for a ride on 315
To The Galaxy next to The Powder Room
Carburetors or jackpots
Bike locks and jackknives
Eight tracks and St. Christopher all junked under yer constitution
Jackie, I want to take you but your new man drives a tow truck
Well he ain't got a heart he's got a big gun
I don't want to push my luck
Jackie, I want to take you while your new man fixes his tow truck
Well he ain't got a heart he's got a big gun
And I don't want to push my luck
I don't want to push my luck
