Lyric Sissyneck

I don t need no wheels
I don t need no gasoline
Cause the wind that is blowing
Is blowing like a smoke machine

If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain t getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol boys
I m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I m dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol boys
I m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

Matchsticks strike
When I m riding my bike to the depot
Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
Cause nobody knows
When he good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol boys
I m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol boys
I m writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

Don t talk to me
If you re looking for somebody to cry on
Don t talk to me
If you re looking for somebody to cry on

[scream] Ahhho!!