Mustangs
I got roughed up by them mustangs
down in Memphis, Tennessee
where the river runs dry
and the women all livin'
off of OxyContin dreams
Well, I said "Maybe, Baby, it's just me
but there's a prowler down by the stream."
I'm going down to the river just to wash myself clean
I'm going down on the banks of Galile
I struck out of luck in Washington
with a gun against my throat
I said, "Maybe she's a poet
but it's all murder that she wrote."
She left me with a five dollar bill
and a rabbit overcoat
I'm going down in the Pines
in the Pines
Gonna let it shine on down
gonna let it shine
I bought some $10 boots in Houston
from a speed freak named Suzanne
She was jumping up into the chimney
coming back down in the frying pan
Well, I said, " maybe, baby, you should lay off
the tinfoil and the match
and clean up all that garbage
you got land out round back
Well, I'm going down
East Colfax for a bag and some gin
I'm going down just to see what kind of shape I'm in
I got robbed by a federal policeman
down in southern Mexico
He thought I was drunk
but I was just on a mescaline roll
Now, if you can't find the truth
that I buried deep in this song
you can go down
to the river just to prove me wrong
you can go down to the river just prove me wrong
down in Memphis, Tennessee
where the river runs dry
and the women all livin'
off of OxyContin dreams
Well, I said "Maybe, Baby, it's just me
but there's a prowler down by the stream."
I'm going down to the river just to wash myself clean
I'm going down on the banks of Galile
I struck out of luck in Washington
with a gun against my throat
I said, "Maybe she's a poet
but it's all murder that she wrote."
She left me with a five dollar bill
and a rabbit overcoat
I'm going down in the Pines
in the Pines
Gonna let it shine on down
gonna let it shine
I bought some $10 boots in Houston
from a speed freak named Suzanne
She was jumping up into the chimney
coming back down in the frying pan
Well, I said, " maybe, baby, you should lay off
the tinfoil and the match
and clean up all that garbage
you got land out round back
Well, I'm going down
East Colfax for a bag and some gin
I'm going down just to see what kind of shape I'm in
I got robbed by a federal policeman
down in southern Mexico
He thought I was drunk
but I was just on a mescaline roll
Now, if you can't find the truth
that I buried deep in this song
you can go down
to the river just to prove me wrong
you can go down to the river just prove me wrong
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Writer(s): Rl Cole
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