Eight Track Mind

[couchgrouch]

Eight Track MindA co-worker of minetook me home one timeplayed me something on his new surround soundbut all I heardwas four letter wordsas we ran ev'ry red light in townit wasn't no complaintbut I told him I ain'thip enough for no hip-hopsaid my old Ford's not fastit's got a cave in its dashthat plays ancient tapes cos I've gotan eight track mindyou might say that I'mfalling behind and old-fashionedI don't care if they're clunkythose big tapes are funkyfrom when country and rock had passionno sub-woofers, no tweetersjust a scratchy dashboard speakerbig stack in the backI've got an eight track mindwell, I thought I might bechained to old memoriesso I put a cd changer in the trunkbut something musta brokethere was a puff of smokethat smelled like a midnight skunkI took that thing backto Radio Shackhopped in my Ford and hit the gaspopped in the Marshall Tucker Bandthat engine seemed to dancecos just like me that old clunker hasan eight track mindyou might say that I'mfalling behind and old-fashionedI don't care if they're clunkythose big tapes are funkyfrom when country and rock had passionno sub-woofers, no tweetersjust a scratchy dashboard speakerbig stack in the backI've got an eight track mindif I'm not a slave to the timesthe present will always be my primeso I lit a Lucky and listenedto Johnny at Folsom PrisonI've got an eight track mindyou might say that I'mfalling behind and old-fashionedI don't care if they're clunkythose big tapes are funkyfrom when country and rock had passionno sub-woofers, no tweetersjust a scratchy dashboard speakerbig stack in the backI've got an eight track mind(c)2005 Robert George