BAD RUBBER
(ALL BUT FIRST VERSE EARLY OCT 90)
We were running bad rubber for most of the summer
the oil was a rich dirty black
we were broke as hell, flat for a spell
but there was no thought of going back
Dont tell me about love
I dont believe it at all
Dont talk to me about knowledge
Y’know we’re living . . . After the fall
We pulled into Winona
on a hot August afternoon
I saw her first,
but my buddy he done saw her too
We pulled into that parking lot
she hopped in the back
my buddy he asked what her name was (she just said)
“Honey, just get out of here fast”
[ch]
we drove all night crossed two state lines
in the morning we had to crash
I asked her waht the hell she done
(she said ya don’t wanta) Know if ya gotta ask
[ch]
drove down to the Keys and shut down the car
there was nowhere left to go
I turned to her and asked whats next
she said dont ask if ya dont already know.
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