Not a Blue light to be seen I'm a comin' up on seven oh (7-0) Down six hundred (600) I do go And my hands upon the wheel As I race I can almost taste life in me Traliers, logs, horses, dogs for you to see I've got enough wood to last a week The ol' piles are pretty neat Well to pick a load at half a? Any more we'd need help from? There's pleanty of kindlin to lay out in the yard And if I run out of newpaper We can use an old deck of cards Take this whole section off She don't want to be let in That silly mut she's givin it up There ain't no need to fuss She brings at her home everynight That K9 eats better than us My love makes you feel so tall Watch out for the ceiling fan will catch you in your jaw My wicker chair will rock you right to sleep Even if you dangle your feet My watch will bang a tribal beat Appliances can make music to But can not write no song Won't you please take my hand More from Keller Williams