Old 99

I'm waiting for things to drop

You know it won't stop raining on my head

If its so easy, why is it so tough to get my ass up out of bed

I wanna cry in the morning when I rise

I wanna cry in the evening time

'Cause there a'int no escape from this life of mine

Maybe if my whip was slick and shiny

But if you got to ride in that Old 99, you might as well ride in style

We got two hundred more plus miles to go

I'm in the back seat about to throw up

Lights pass by like good times

Yeah they're here, then bye bye

I wanna end up somewhere where the grass is green

Where the women dance in the bright sunshine

But there a'int no escape from this life of mine

Maybe if my whip was slick and shiny

But if you got to ride in that Old 99, you might as well ride in style

Now we're losing speed, C'mon

Can you catch horizon's thin line before it's light's gone from you

And that rusty metal that you throw clothes over

Won't you shake it off and move them bones a little, a little

Now I'm rolling into town

My car, it's breaking down

It's on it's last leg now

Have you ever seen a horse with a man so proud

By the end of day they're herded up and waitin'

All them hunks of junk in town for what I'm gonna say

This road, you know its broken

It goes nowhere

'Cause there a'int no escape from this life of mine

Maybe if my whip was slick and shiny

But if you got to ride in that old 99 you might as well ride in style

So if you got to ride in that old 99, you might as well ride in style