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• Artiste: Ian Noe
• Titre: That Kind Of Life
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It's a country jungle 'round here When that August sun gets hot ​a-puttin' out the kind of heat That paints a gray haze across the sky The horseweed's high as a barn That's been sittin' there waitin' to rot Ever since old Sam laid the checkbook down And bought out the 'baccer plot I ain't got no roarin' train to hop And take me to the shore But you know it's alright It's just the kind of life That nobody lives no more I know a man with a metal touch You know, could fix anything you had Could pull my car right up in his yard No matter what time or what went bad Well, the other night I lost both headlights And when I called to make sure he was home He said there ain't no demand for a shade tree man Junked every piece and part I owned I ain't got no roarin' train to hop And take me to the shore But you know it's alright It's just the kind of life That nobody lives no more I got a quaint and quiet friend You know, he hardly speaks a word at all Spends half his time starin' down at the pine And the other trippin' into walls Well, a week has passed since I seen him last He was barreling up a crowded street While all the traffic raged, straight ahead, unfazed Burnin' holes in both his aimless feet I ain't got no roarin' train to hop And take me to the shore But you know it's alright It's just the kind of life That nobody lives no more That nobody lives no more