Six lanes tailights
red ants marchin' into the night
they dissapear to the left and right agian
another supper from a sack
a ninety nine cent heart attack
I got a poundin' head
and an achin' back
and the camels burried in a big straw stack
I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
watch my corn pop up in rows
every night be tucked in close to you
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