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• Artiste: James McMurtry
• Titre: Ft. Walton Wake-up Call
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Well she woke up mad and she's trying to pick a fight Got a phone to my ear 'cause I'm trying to book a flight And she's crazy as a goddamned loon And the airline's drowning in the belly of the beast And they're all bogged down from the weather in the east And we're not going anywhere soon It's thirty degrees on the Emerald Coast I spilled my coffee and I burned my toast And the rent car's sitting on a flat The internet's down and they don't know why And I damn near made the desk clerk cry And there wasn't any reason for that She's camped in the shower and she won't come out And I don't have a clue what that's about I'll just have to wait and see Can't get online to check the bank Twitter's on fire, my stocks all tanked But what's really getting to me is I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses Georgia license Code B Restriction Can't drive 'less I got my specs on Double negative's proper diction In this North Florida redneck lexicon Ain't nothing but Fox News fiction on Nobody's showing the game I'm betting on How're they gonna build a wall with no Mexicans anyway Honeymoon's over less than enchanted Gonna be driving back to Atlanta She don't like the freeway so we're going scenic Apalachicola and points in between Patches of fog on up to Sopchoppy Ten four driver we good and gone, copy We'll get home tonight or there's gonna be hell to pay Roadside stand selling tupelo honey You take you a jar and leave 'em the money That's how they do it down here But it's cold and they're not selling today She'd just break a jar on my head anyway 'Cause it's my fault we got such a damn late start I was doing my part for my art and I kept losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses Made the exit and turned up Ponce And I'll be damned if I know what she wants But we gotta get something to eat Majestic Diner's our best chance Pork chop and eggs oughta save the romance It's maybe a mile up the street My daddy told me, if you got any sense Better feed the woman, many years hence I know what he meant and I got me a plan But I can't read the menu 'cause damn I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses I keep losing my glasses