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The Lonesome Crowded West
01. Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine
02. Heart Cooks Brain
03. Convenient Parking
04. Lounge (Closing Time)
05. Jesus Christ Was an Only Child
06. Doin’ the Cockroach
07. Cowboy Dan
08. Trailer Trash
09. Out of Gas
10. Long Distance Drunk
11. Shit Luck
12. Truckers Atlas
13. Polar Opposites
14. Bankrupt on Selling
15. Styrofoam Boots / It’s All Nice on Ice, Alright
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we bled!

And the writing in the stall said
We write our maps in the stalls
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
And we all did!

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm goin' up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

You start at the northwest corner
Goin' down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida

Oh do you speak the lingo?
Oh, oh no
Oh do you speak the lingo?
No no
How far does your road go?
Oh no, you don't know?

I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
And we all did!

And the writing in the salt says
We ride out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all did!

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida