Lyrics to Kentucky Hankycode
kentucky flags an unbridled spirit in its left back pocket
it'll top you like a stallion if you try to bike or walk it, if you try to hitch or walk it
well i'm missin southern illinois more than i thought i would
but that south-bound wind's got my wheels turnin' like they should
and those four-hundred miles of yard sales are sounding so damn good
and the land between the lakes has got us swimming everyday if we could
and when the sun goes down, despite the full full moon,
you look like another dimension
each gas station a mirage, i wish we were camouflaged
but then you'd hit us without mention
so we'll sleep in your dark corners, wait for tennessee borders to bring us to our destination
we'll dodge all your dogs listen to your tree frogs
sing us to sleep while we dream our next creations
but i don't think i'll be coming back soon west kentucky
from the low town of paduca to the burbs of bowling green
you would rather not have us heard or seen
you won't pick us up in your pick up truck
but you'll yell when we're cycling
we're either fags or dykes, well it's alright cuz here queer's all the same thing
and that's one redeemable quality about you west kentucky
it'll top you like a stallion if you try to bike or walk it, if you try to hitch or walk it
well i'm missin southern illinois more than i thought i would
but that south-bound wind's got my wheels turnin' like they should
and those four-hundred miles of yard sales are sounding so damn good
and the land between the lakes has got us swimming everyday if we could
and when the sun goes down, despite the full full moon,
you look like another dimension
each gas station a mirage, i wish we were camouflaged
but then you'd hit us without mention
so we'll sleep in your dark corners, wait for tennessee borders to bring us to our destination
we'll dodge all your dogs listen to your tree frogs
sing us to sleep while we dream our next creations
but i don't think i'll be coming back soon west kentucky
from the low town of paduca to the burbs of bowling green
you would rather not have us heard or seen
you won't pick us up in your pick up truck
but you'll yell when we're cycling
we're either fags or dykes, well it's alright cuz here queer's all the same thing
and that's one redeemable quality about you west kentucky
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