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Dragline

Big man, big hands.
Strong back, strong mind.
Golden glove, at 16.
Good looking like, Steve McQueen.
I'm dumb, He's mad
I push to fight.
He says, "let's go".
I said, "all right".
Hey, I said "okay".

Yeah, Poppa bought a pick-up truck.
With bottle tops and that's enough.
A beat up peice of Chevrolet.
Blue and white, rustin' away.

Aww, still we ride.
Yeah, just father and son.
Small child, front seat.
Mouth in, dad's ear.
As they drive, that truck,
in the night, in the night.
Looking up at the night.
Through dark windshields.
Buster Browns, won't reach,
I ask, to drive.
And he says, "Okay".

Well, Papa bought a pick up truck.
With bottle tops and that's enough.
A beat up peice of Chevrolet.
Blue and white, rustin' away.
Aw, still we ride.
Yeah, just father and son

Cool Hand says, "I'm a man, who can eat fifty eggs",
and, "sayin' it's your job, don't make it, make it right".
We laugh, we cry.
We say, "that's right".
He says, "let's drive".
We say, "alright".
Yeah, we said "Okay".

Papa says, "let's go for a ride".
"We'll grab a bite to eat".
"Hell boy, might even let you drive".
I said, "hey pop, oh, turn up the radio".
"Aw, cause that's my favorite song".
"Hey, that's my favorite song".
As we ride along.
Oh roll down your window.
As we ride along.
Yeah, just father and son.
Hey, just like we were,
yeah, father and son.
Hey, papa, "Dairyqueen sounds good to me".
And, papa, "pull off here I've got to, take a leak".
And, papa, "you're gonna have to kill me, to keep me down".
And, Papa, you laugh when I say,
"move it up here, Dragline".
Oh, dragline.