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

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

A to the wise
A to the philosopher
A to the devil
A gift to the

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

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

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

A word to the
A breath to the
A to the devil
A to the masses

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

marker with a fat tip
Scratch off the paint with a
up the mirror with some lipstick
A revolution is not a

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

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

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

Don't my advice
you do
Don't take my