The Ballad of Joe Buck

My name is Joe but I'm driving this truck
I've got my dog by my side, you know that's enough
I'm a lover, I'm a sharer, I always stay classy
I've got a three sixty eight and on a two-fifty traffic
On the hunt, a magnetic strip
I get back from the grave, cross-country trip

I rock an 89 roadtrack versatile
Got a tombstone happening every mile
Taking my home from door to door
Looking down the barrel of a '44

Huh, what's that?

Retired to a palace in the California hill
But the bank took my dream and they did kill
So, the Wal Mart parking lot is where I stay
Gonna grab a quick douche at the Fly NJ
Are no Detroit acetate
Got a solar powered coffee full of hate

Yeah

Come on

1967
Yeah