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A dish of some mythical Americanna.....remixed June 30, 2011 (in lavender and Prestone)
pop noir soulcandy locomotive love praise be to jesus reckless gents
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*Pop Noir* ....driven by unending locomotive love and annoyances...stops for nothing and no one! The Gents: Creighton Hack~ Bass Bert Swerl~ Guitars Jaspar
Here you are at Pop Noir- *RECKLESS GENTS*...driven by unending locomotive love and annoyances...stops for nothing and no one. The Gents: Creighton Hack Bass Bert Swerl Guitars Jaspar Katinki Piano/Keys of any ol sort Firth Thud Drums, cereal boxes, dashboards, most everyone's nerves... Tony Chauvanist Vocals and Macaroni and Cheese
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Country • Americana
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#397 in subgenre Peak #4
Charts
Peak #66
Author
rd
Rights
2010
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June 30, 2011
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:11
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Hello, my name is Randal Buck I'm a Minnesota trooper I've been cruising 'cross interstate 94 Trying to catch up to her The little Harley honey's had a change of luck Gotta tip she's comin' through here Yesterday she had em' run amuck in Council Bluffs Out ran seven Chevy cruisers And I almost had her down near Albert Lea I pulled her over and asked for her identity She said I'll show you some time, it's in my inside pocket Then she gunned that Harley like an air force rocket I remember last July in the Melrose Beacon With a front page picture Story 'bout a lady biker in a truck stop eating tryin' to have her some dinner a couple ol' boys coming on without thinking Making certain gestures to her She served them both hot coffee and a free ride screaming with the ambulance service She rides alone like mythical Artemis Wearing her steel crown atop her pink chariot With a sexy little growl that you can't resist That pretty face is all that's on my most wanted list From Ohio through Iowa There's a pink tornado screaming awful scary You can hear her on that Harley ripping through the prairie From Oklahoma all the way through the Dakotas Every state and local cruiser is serving flamin' cherries But she's all mine, Motorcycle Mary. I'm coming Mary! I was south of St Cloud three weeks ago Taking pictures in the speed zone Like a hurricane blurr something rocked my doors A cloud of lavender and Prestone Now I know she knows I'm zeroed in This time she's getting carried I'm gonna find her,bust her, book her too And by God, we're getting married When she said "ta ta", my radar gun flashed She's been haunting my dreams in her shiny leather chaps There's a Minnesota mission aimed to bring her back I'm gonna cover her with me like winding lines on a map From Ohio through Iowa There's a pink tornado screaming awful scary You can hear her on that Harley ripping through the prairie From Oklahoma all the way through the Dakotas Every state and local cruiser is serving flamin' cherries But she's all mine, Motorcycle Mary. Ooooh, I'm coming for you, Mary!
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