At the Dairy Queen one summer. In a far West Texas town. The girl was all of 16. She was woman pound for pound. . Slippin' dollars in the juke box. Playing ZZ Top and Merle.
What's up, y'all? This is Kid Rock. Turn it up, turn that shit up. Hit me like a Mack Truck. Yeah, she hit me, yeah, she hit me. . She hit me like a Mack.
Sometimes I think of Mrs. T.. She was always such a sweet lady.. I went down, down to Montreal. To chase her younger days,. A half-smoked cigarette and a broken phrase,.
Do do do do. Do do do do. Do do do do. . Bicycles are made for rain. One hand on handlebars. One on my umbrella. . My ankles are getting wet. But I can't help but steer.
I hear something hangin' on the wind. I see black smoke up around the bend. I got my ticket and I'm going to go. Home. . The leaves have changed a time or two.
It's feelin' longer now than it ever has before. Another memory is another slammin' door. It's gettin' too dark now to see. . Every photograph is another lesson learned.