Brainerd Road

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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


[Chorus]
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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 
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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 
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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


[Chorus]
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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
and I'm,  I'm just suckin' on a 
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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 
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are at school and   he runs a 
wholesale route
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 Between her tips and his 
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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 
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pie

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So you just kiss my-- butt, Uncle 
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Sam, and you kiss my brother's butt 
too
God bless America, but the hell with
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 you
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You done stole us blind and you 
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sold us out to a circle of a chosen 
few
And I see you on that poster 
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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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