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Mississippi moonshine's got me doubled over in pain
Back at the Chevron the chicken wings you feel just the same
That bucket of bayou that licked you like a five pound block of
I through it to the that was yappin' on the hot asphalt

The wisest word I ever was written on that bathroom wall
In the river Greasy Spoon in Southern Arkansas
Skimming 'cross the scrawl of the underground retorts
I see a to the traveler paraphrased, 'Sweet and Short'

A to the wise
A to the philosopher
A hand to the
A to the masses

you do, don't
Whatever you do,
you do,
Don't take my

Mister burning on the fumes of a day hard earned
A bullet through the blue highways 'till the whole damn is turned
We're driving and we're until driving it don't feel real
But so easy all you do is get some sleep behind the wheel

Take a to reflect on a peculiarity
Every stop we've has shared a certain similarity
There are and there's candies
And there's sodas of all names
But the on the walls from town to town has been the same

A word to the
A to the philosopher
A to the devil
A to the masses

Whatever you do,
you do, don't
you do
Don't take my

marker with a fat tip
Scratch off the with a dime
up the mirror with some lipstick
A is not a crime

Finally my eyes there it was for me to see
At a truck in the lonely hills of Eastern Tennessee
I'd tell you how I felt if I but I just can't
When I happened on that bathroom with a coat of paint

A word to the
A to the philosopher
A to the devil
A gift to the

Whatever you do,
Whatever you do,
you do
Don't take my

take my advice
you do
Don't my advice