The Gourds

Fine Leather Truck

The Gourds


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