Get the Dodge Out of Hell

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Get the Dodge Out of HellAlmost got burned runnin’ liquor on the Lousiana lineFor a boss who hid in the shadows while others’ hauled his shineThe still in his basement spooked everyone he hiredSmoke peeled the plaster, bats hung from rafters like swans on a lake of fireI souped up my Dodge and hung dark curtains insideSpray painted it black so I’d be hard to see at nightCookin’ that whiskey seemed to leave the night hot n charredSo with outlaw loads, I raced sidewinder roads like I was tryin’ hardTo get the Dodge out of hell, get the Dodge out of hellCos that old station wagon, was a firebreathin’ dragonAnd I didn’t wanna land in no steamy southern cellYeah, just get the Dodge out of hellTwo or three months I got tired workin’ for a slime ballWhose conscience wouldn’t scrub clean with a jug of Pine-solBut the last guy who quit wound up in a lonesome bogThey found his Oldsmobile, where gators drag their meals to high grass n hollow logsStill, that boss had a habit of samplin’ his own shineHalf a cup and he couldn’t make heads or tails of a dimeSo I dropped a match, in his new batch and drove off as it blewFlames lit up the dark, bats chasin’ my car as I was tryin’ toGet the Dodge out of hell, get the Dodge out of hellCos nothing burns hotter, than flamin’ firewaterAnd I didn’t wanna land in no steamy southern cellYeah, just get the Dodge out of hellI outran the heat till I ran outta cash in Ft. WorthSo I hadda hire out my old car as a hearseI rode folks to heaven to the ring of funeral bellsWhen all I wanted was to get the Dodge out of hellGet the Dodge out of hell…©2007 Robert George