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Notorious Breakdown Queen (pt 2)

Yes It is I the Notorious Break Down Queen

Been to every big city and every hick town in between

Broken down more times than a little bit

All I do is hurry up and wait but most of time is just sit

 

Waiting in the shop to get my truck repair

Must have open Pandora's Box. does anyone care?

clutch rod bent, steering rack and pinion went to crap

stuck in a truck that's a rolling death trap

 

Finally I get rolling thinking this must be a curse I'm under

Good God what that sound? My engine sounds like thunder

The Truck God's are against me I just know it

I'm so mad right now I could just spit

 

Injectors one through five and the turbo just blew

oil and fuel all over the hood and wind shield resembling something like glue

four days in the shop in San Larenzo California

3600 dollars later repair guy say "hers a nice little bill for ya"

 

Not long after the breaks got hot and the air chambers took a dump

must have had happened when I ignored that **** speed bump

now what all the indicator light just came on and my oil is low

maybe I should set fire to it and watch it burn slow

 

this is perfect I'm just in the nick of time

get into Gallup N.M hit the nearest bar and order a corona with a lime

My truck is fixed and I'm ready to roll

I just pray when I back out I don't hit a poll

 

In Arkansas In a town of population 12 and one **** dog

Hung up on the rail road tracks due to the heavy fog

Two cranes later they send me on my way

a rock hit my wind shield I guess in Chicago I'll stay

 

Sick and tired of the hotels motels and shops

trailer lights are out get escorted by the Indianapolis city cops

Broke down again and not a penny to my name

have a water leak which I cannot tame

 

Held captive against my will in Atlanta for I am pleading

only for them to tell me i have a low voltage reading

will it ever come to an end I will never freaking know

almost in Minersville, PA plowed in by 9 inches of snow

 

A mixture of all the minor and major stuff

This makes my job that more tough

the little fixes and the big repairs in between

Now you know how I got my name the

Notorious Breakdown Queen.

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Nov 17, 2009
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