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



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Writer(s): Rl Cole
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