I'll never drive you anywhere 'til they burn down the BMV Even then I'll only have you in my dreams I wanted to take you farther, further south Maybe west again But I left you to the wolves Carburetors or jackpots Bike locks and jack knives Eight-tracks and St. Christopher all junked under yer constitution They once held us down in Arkansas Just to run the dogs over your bones They were looking to score some new Storm Trooper boots Deep in the guts of Texas Strung out on the misery highway Well, your bug-punching days are over Carburetors or jackpots Bike locks and milk crates Full of 8 tracks and St. Christopher all junked under yer constitution Jackie, I want to have you but your new man drives a tow truck Well he ain't got a heart he's got a big gun And I don't want to push my luck I don't want to push my luck Late Fall and the mercury rises for a ride on 315 To The Galaxy next to The Powder Room Carburetors or jackpots Bike locks and jackknives Eight tracks and St. Christopher all junked under yer constitution Jackie, I want to take you but your new man drives a tow truck Well he ain't got a heart he's got a big gun I don't want to push my luck Jackie, I want to take you while your new man fixes his tow truck Well he ain't got a heart he's got a big gun And I don't want to push my luck I don't want to push my luck