I've got 2 gigs and a convoy of Chevrolet confession not as clean as the pastoral breeze blowin' in through my movie screen Lots of red barn rambunction and toothless transportation obligation Dead armadillo dread and convenience store stops on good behavior Comin' to see your summer white sailing hats and eat your turnip greens Sit inside the benefit of your back porch and take real hugs out on temporary loan Go back to my artificial rooftop wishing I could be like all of you