Written by Marty Stuart
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All right, all right, all right
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Well I am the main Mississippi Mudcat and always will be
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Hello everybody
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So there I was cruisin' through the country in my hot rod car
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Just visitin' my friends up and down the backroads
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I was driving slow
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I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl Crow
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Sheryl Crow I'm telling you the truth now
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(He's telling you the truth)
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42 miles an hour my gasoline was all gone
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I was trying to look real cool and find my way back home
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Darn, dark, dark
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Driving slow, driving slow
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Just seemed like an endless supply of hi line poles and mailboxes
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Then all of a sudden there stood by the mail box at route 4 box 153
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A damsel, yes a damsel in disdress (alright)
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A damsel in disdress wearing high heels
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With big blue eyes that made the darkness crawl
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And a smile that could make a man cry
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Yes I know (yes he knows) ring that phone boys...Go
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I stopped and said "'hello
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And you are without a doubt the most beautiful magnolia I have ever seen in my life"
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She said "shut up Marty party
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What are you doing tonight riding around in that hot rod
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With that loud radio, showing off them chromium pipes and fold away wings"
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I said "baby, I'm just looking for gas cans, have you seen any"
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Sometimes a fast rubber-tired shiny car is the thing to have
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She said "well Marty party do you want some company
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You know my specialty is spotting gas cans" (uh oh yeah, uh-oh)
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She said to me, she said to me "what do you call this ride"
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I said "honey, this here is my rocket ship" (all right)
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And get in, just get in, just get in, just get in
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Let's go home now
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Alright
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The Mississippi Mudcat and Sister Sheryl Crow
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| Stuart Marty |
