Just Lyrics: 1973 by RobinJRichards

It was the third of September / That day I'll always remember, / Yes, I will...

Don't give me that do goody good bullshit / I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set / And I think I need a Lear jet

My father was a gambler down in Georgia / He wound up on the wrong end of a gun / And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus / Rollin' down highway forty-one

When I think back / On all the crap I learned in high school / It's a wonder / I can think at all

I'm so glad that he let me try it again 'Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin

You pull into a drive-in / And find a place to park / You hop into the backseat / Where you know it's nice and dark

I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katy / Who embroideries on my jeans / I got my poor ole grey haired daddy / Drivin' my limousine

We like our fun and we never fight / You can't dance and stay uptight

My girl is Cindy, when we get married we're gonna have a baby or two / We're gonna let them visit their grandma, that's what we're gonna do

And the judge said, "Guilty," in a make-believe trial, / Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile, / And said, "Supper's waitin' at home and I gotta get to it."

He got a custom Continental / He got an Eldorado too / He got a thirty two gun in his pocket for fun / He got a razor in his shoe

Bus driver, please look for me / 'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see / I'm really still in prison and my love, she holds the key