The Ballad of Joe Buck

My name is Joe but I'm driving this truck

I've got my dog by my side, you know that's enough

I'm a lover, I'm a sharer, I always stay classy

I've got a three sixty eight and on a two-fifty traffic

On the hunt, a magnetic strip

I get back from the grave, cross-country trip

I rock an 89 roadtrack versatile

Got a tombstone happening every mile

Taking my home from door to door

Looking down the barrel of a '44

Huh, what's that?

Retired to a palace in the California hill

But the bank took my dream and they did kill

So, the Wal Mart parking lot is where I stay

Gonna grab a quick douche at the Fly NJ

Are no Detroit acetate

Got a solar powered coffee full of hate

Yeah

Come on

1967

Yeah