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Mud, leaves, roofing rot Black tar tires are all that I got So how can I have made This rubber duchess in her rich brokade Black dress, seven rips Kissing coals, her burnout lips Ask old Bruo, who salts the snails She's sticky sweet, hard as... Asphalt in winter Tarbaby His days are plain But his dreams are gaudy Rhinestone kisses on a Backside nagahyde body Propped in the rotten weeds One whiff of at her and he was incomplete She and I we had plans Kicking cows and shooting cans I know you were with her cause I saw her stuck all over your hands Tarbaby tarbaby Clouds cry on a roof of tin Letras de cancionesLike an ace high, I brave the din I know you were with her Cause I saw her stuck all over your chin Like I said, we had plans, she and I High as a rod on the fourth of July She was gaping at me like an earthquake crack As you took her away on your dirty old back "she stuck by my side Seemed to enjoy the ride I threw her in the bayou For she would not be my bride" Tarbaby tarbaby born again born again... From Letras Mania