Ridin' top the floodway on a Friday night,
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the landscape's a fine and nat'ral sight.
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Just cruisin' slow through the dark of night.
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With Precious and Grace ev'rything's all right.
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Good God Almighty, we was goin' down slow,
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yeah, if we knew just where we had to go.
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Cryin', just a flyin' down a put out road
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with Precious and Grace in my flathead Ford.
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So if you're out rollin' late some night,
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yeah, and you need that supernatural delight, I'm talkin' to you, brother,
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I know somebody's, they's just out of sight.
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Get with Precious and Grace, they gonna treat you right.
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Precious And Grace
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| Queens Of the Stone Age |
