Testo Drivin' 'Cross Russia - Joe Ely
Testo della canzone Drivin' 'Cross Russia (Joe Ely), tratta dall'album Silver City
Drivin' 'cross Russia in my flesh-colored Caddy
With my pet pig on the front seat that I call Big Daddy
And a tape in the player playin' yodelin' Jimmie Rodgers
And a pennant on each antenna from the Astros and the Dodgers
The people all so curious, they all stop and stare
I guess they never seen a pig rockin' in a rockin' chair
I stopped into a farm town, looked a little like Lubbock
I met me a farmer who's down on his luck
His tractor was hittin' on two out of four
I pulled out my toolkit, into it I tore
I told him the bad news, his crankshaft was gone
He invited me to dinner, said my pig could come along
You take it as it comes and leave it when it goes
You're quicker on your feet without a heavy load
You never know what's comin' 'til it hits you in the back
You never know it's gone 'til it's way on down the track
His wife, she set the table, hot potatoes and bread
She reminded me of someone in a Tolstoy book I'd read
His daughters were pretty, they had bright shiny cheeks
I could feel their eyes were playin' hide and go seek
He nodded to the daughter dressed in white petticoats
I swallowed so hard the bread stuck in my throat
It was time to turn it in, I needed a little sleep
I went out to my Caddy and climbed in the back seat
Just when I was dreamin' of a great big grocery store
I heard someone outside tappin' upon my Caddy door
I knew I was in trouble by the look in her eye
But I became an instant diplomat and invited her inside
Now take it when it comes and leave it when it goes
You're quicker on your feet without a heavy load
You never know what's comin' 'til it hits you in the back
You never know it's gone 'til it's way on down the track
The next mornin' at breakfast, things were kinda quiet
You could hear the butter meltin' on a cold buttered knife
The farmer gave the signal and through the door did break
All the neighbors and the relatives with a great big wedding cake
There was mandolins and accordions and vodka and wine
I somehow felt I'd stumbled across the borderline
But I accepted my fate 'cause I had no other choice
But I heard my home state callin' me in a yodelin' kind of voice
I grabbed my brand new bride and I said, "Let's vamoose"
I wished her family well as they was gettin' pretty loose
I gave the farmer my Caddy so he could pull his plow
The boys back at the pool room will never believe me now
Hitchhikin' across Russia with my bride and pet pig
That's what I get for braggin' and talkin' all big
I'll never bet my boss again that I can make it on my own
He'll know better next time just to leave well enough alone
Meanwhile, me and Natasha gonna jump off at this palace
See if we can get directions on the shortcut to Dallas
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Writer(s): Joe Ely
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