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[Verse 1]
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Well we were suicide pirates on asphalt seas
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We burned that quarter mile in nine-point-three
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Drivin' bored-out stallions armored in chrome
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It was winner take all and loser walk home
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Sometimes it got so hot them pink slips glowed
[Chorus]
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Down Brainerd Road
[Verse 2]
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We parked them cars when we got done racin'
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Cranked up that all night rock 'n roll station
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I'd run my fingers through your long dark hair
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We'd fly with the fastest jet in the air
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'Til Will Hoyt would come and he'd, he'd run us home
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Down Brainerd Road
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Oh down Brainerd Road
[Bridge]
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It's glory glory hallelujah and I, I hope I don't explode
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I got me a four-fitty-four both feet flat on the floor
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Just roarin', still roarin' down Brainerd Road
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Yeah yeah
[Verse 3]
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Late one night my baby called
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And she says we gotta talk and that said it all
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And she said "Meet me at the San Ann by the quarter mile straight
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And I'll be there as soon as I can slip away"
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But I waited 'til daybreak and she never showed
[Chorus]
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Down on Brainerd Road
[Verse 4]
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So I went knockin' at her daddy's door
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He said "You won the battle, punk, I won the war"
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I said "Where is she mister," he said "Baltimore,
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We burned down that clinic on Vance Road, we don't do that here no more"
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I jumped in that Camero and I stuck it to the floor
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And went roarin' down Brainerd Road
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Still roarin' down Brainerd Road
[Bridge]
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Ah, but these days I sit on the porch at my brother's house
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and watch the sun set
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My niece and my nephew's playin' in the yard
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and I'm, I'm just suckin' on a cigarette
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My sister-in-law's in yonder foldin' laundry
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and lookin' at Wheel-of-Fortune with my brother
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I can hear them through that storm door
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goin' back and forth about one thing or another
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She waits tables while the kids are at school and he runs a wholesale route
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Between her tips and his commissions, after taxes are taken out
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They keep a roof over their head and they keep food on the table
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and they just somehow just keep getting' by
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Waitin' on that day to come where they scrape up enough crumbs
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just to get a little piece of the pie
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So you just kiss my-- butt, Uncle Sam, and you kiss my brother's butt too
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God bless America, but the hell with you
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You done stole us blind and you sold us out to a circle of a chosen few
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And I see you on that poster pointin' your trigger finger at my grandson
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I'm pointin' my middle one back at you
[Otro]
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Thank you!
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