Blacktop Blues

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[Verse 1]
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Well the roller guys were high and ol' Lenny was dry
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The old man pulled up in that pickup truck (Silverado!)
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He said, "Boys, hurry up. I got Big Jim coming with the pup
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and that god damn silo at the plant is full."

[Verse 2]
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"I know there's rain overhead but boys we still gotta spread
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Even if that anti-stripper kills you all. (And it will!)
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I'm gonna work you like a dog through the sunshine, snow and fog.
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Don't expect an early layoff in the fall."

[Chorus]
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Laying down that wretched blacktop
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Staying late for another load
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But I don't wanna see that road again.
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Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

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[Verse 3]
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I ain't got no education, I don't give a fuck about segregation
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Compaction? You can drive that up your ass (All the way up!)
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I'd rather be lying in the shade with an ice cold beer, I'd have it made
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Aw hell, I'd even rather cut the grass

[Chorus]
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Laying down that wretched blacktop
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Staying late for another load
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But I don't wanna see that road again.
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Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
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Late in the year we fall behind and the only chance for piece of mind
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Is when the plant breaks down or it begins a-rainin'
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On days like that we don't make a dime, so I'll tell you folks how we pass the time
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By telling lies, making bets and complaining

[Chorus]
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'Bout laying down that wretched blacktop
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Staying late for another load
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But I don't wanna see that road again.
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Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

[Solo]
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[Verse 5]
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You may think I'm a whiny bitch and some folks would say that I'm a snitch
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But you'd change your tune if you were in my shoes
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I can't pretend that life is fine, slaving here on ol' 289
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Truth is, I can't shake these blacktop blues

[Otro]
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