you're a bottle cap away
from pushing me too far
well the problem's gettin' big
an empty compact car
so i won't feel so bad
i did all i could do
now i'm on wounded knee
and we're at waterloo
so please get out of my car
i was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
was "i won't be home no more"
you're a rattle trap tonight
my ears are gettin' tired
so listen for awhile
before this thing expired
oh it was bound to fail
all because of where i'm from
Lyricsnow the moon's at four o'clock
and it's high time kingdom come
so please get out, of my car
i was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
was "i won't be home no more"
i was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
was "i won't be home no more"
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