She was born in a parking lot
Of a seedy bar in a broke-down car.
She said anywhere’s gotta be better than this –
And if we leave, we ain’t gonna be missed.
She’s my little shooter upper,
Want her to be my lover,
My little shooter upper.
She says one of these days, we’re gonna hit the road
But we’re gettin’ old and all our time got sold
But we stick to the dream
And we desperately cling to a day when we ain’t gonna do what we’re told.
Now we’ve ditched our bodies but we’ve kept our wits
And we’re more than just space fillin’ up the obits.
She was as black as they come, and as hot as they black –
Now we’re gonna drive to heaven in a Cadillac.
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