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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 now 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 Letras de cancioneson 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" From Letras Mania