From a Buick 6

Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well you know I need a steam-shovel mama to keep away the dead
I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the waters edge
Well when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge
Come on
And then she comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with a thread
She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch
She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread

I need a dump truck baby to unload my head
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
She brings me everything and more and just like I said

Well she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much