Red Freightliner Blues
I'm headed down to austin
To interview for a chance
To get my own Freightliner
I'm gonna get it colored red
I'ma buy me an old hound dog
Think i'll name that puppy Fred
Deadhead on up to Boston
Get loaded up on bread
Bring it on back here to Houston
And circle around until I'm dead
Bring it on back here to Houston
And circle around until I'm dead
Anywhere I'm going I'm working for the man
Anywhere I'm headed I'm being led by his hand
Anyone that sees me sees my attention's getting thin
My nose is smelling tables, and my lips are on the can
I made a left on Fifth and Kaufman
Just as the cops came closing in
They came to fit me for a coffin
Saying I better make peace with all my friends
They'll be back around this weekend
And they'll shoot me right where I stand
And I can't do nothing to change it
I've been marked as a dying man
And I can't do nothing to change it
I've been marked as a dying man
Anywhere I'm going I'm working for the man
Anywhere I'm headed I'm being led by his hand
Anyone that see's me sees my attention's getting thin
My nose is smelling tables, and my lips are on the can
Anywhere I'm going I'm working for the man
Anywhere I'm headed I'm being led by his hand
Anyone that see's me sees my patience is getting thin
My nose is smelling tables, and my lips are on the can
To interview for a chance
To get my own Freightliner
I'm gonna get it colored red
I'ma buy me an old hound dog
Think i'll name that puppy Fred
Deadhead on up to Boston
Get loaded up on bread
Bring it on back here to Houston
And circle around until I'm dead
Bring it on back here to Houston
And circle around until I'm dead
Anywhere I'm going I'm working for the man
Anywhere I'm headed I'm being led by his hand
Anyone that sees me sees my attention's getting thin
My nose is smelling tables, and my lips are on the can
I made a left on Fifth and Kaufman
Just as the cops came closing in
They came to fit me for a coffin
Saying I better make peace with all my friends
They'll be back around this weekend
And they'll shoot me right where I stand
And I can't do nothing to change it
I've been marked as a dying man
And I can't do nothing to change it
I've been marked as a dying man
Anywhere I'm going I'm working for the man
Anywhere I'm headed I'm being led by his hand
Anyone that see's me sees my attention's getting thin
My nose is smelling tables, and my lips are on the can
Anywhere I'm going I'm working for the man
Anywhere I'm headed I'm being led by his hand
Anyone that see's me sees my patience is getting thin
My nose is smelling tables, and my lips are on the can
Credits
Writer(s): Colton Sanders
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