Fine Leather Truck letra

Whippoorwill won't ya listen
To my roaming story
We started out frying
up a morning glory
I tell you 'bout the things ya like t¹know I found
& how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound
In my fine leather truck

So I rolled up my dirty red pants
Took my shoes off
Crossed my legs when I danced
I did the hyena, the milkman and the fox-trot
We smoked our last then headed for the Pine Knot
In my fine leather truck

Then the rain came down
& soaked us all up
Could not keep the technology
from suckin' us up
Spiderman was all I could remember then
We crossed the walls
& left that ugly town
In my fine leather truck

The Gourds - Letras

• (the new way of) Grievin' & Smokin'
• Bean Bowl
• Boil My Strings
• Caledonia
• Clear night
• Cold Bed
• Coppermine
• County Orange
• Dark and true
• Dooley
• Dying of the pines
• El paso
• Fine Leather Truck
• Flamenco Cabaret
• Gangsta Lean
• Ghosts Of Hallelujah
• Gin and Juice
• High Highs e Low Lows
• Honduras
• I Like Drinking
• January 6
• Jesus Christ With Signs Following
• Ladies Choice
• Lowlands
• Meat Off The Bone
• Money Honey
• My Time, Yer Time
• Pair Of Goats
• Pickles
• Pill Bug Blues
• Plaid Coat
• Rugged Roses
• Son Of Burn
• Sweet Lil Lub
• Tearbox
• The Flat Baritone
• Trampled By The Sun
• Up On High
• Waterbag
• Web Before You Walk Into It
• When The Money Comes Rolling In
• When Wine Was Cheap
• Ziggy Stardust