Shotgun In A Chevy — текст песни (Nine Pound Hammer)

Got a `68 Chevy that his cousin bought in `71.
Traded 98 dollars and his daddy`s lucky shotgun. Christened the back bumper with a half-empty bottle of beer. In the back of his mind, he could hear all the people cheer.
He used to sleep in school, hopin` no one would call his name, as the teacher tried to turn `em out all the same. Get up every mornin`, do the work you`re expected to, and at night, sit and count the crumbs thrown to you. He inherited a job at the local distillery. Where he had all day to sit and think of what would never be.
Somewhere along the line, he`d been deceived. Get stoned, read the Bible, an` pretend he still believed. Rollin` down the road with his foot to the floor. Passin` the same farms and fields as every time before.
Nothin` haunts a man like knowin` that he`s free to choose. So he lets up off the gas when he thinks of all he`s got to lose. Well, you work all day, live just like a slave. Hustlin` for a seat on the slow shuttle to the grave.
There`s a bottom to every bottle and the only thing that ever lasts-------- is riding shotgun in a Chevy and countin` all the cars you pass.