Long night walkin' by myself on Gibble Road again

Lost the one that made me happier when I was back then.

Then she came up to me in a beat-up,

broken down 4-cylinder, and the wind

You know I got myself swept back in it again.

Cold night the heater's busted, but we pay no mind to it

I listen to the speaker and the air that she breathes in.

When she came up to me in a beat-up,

broken down 4-cylinder, and the wind

You know I got myself swept back in it again.

I walk upon the gravel bend at Gibble Road again

It's been three weeks and two nights since I saw her back then.

Then she came up to me in a beat-up,

broken down 4-cylinder, and the wind

You know I got myself swept back in it again.

You know I got myself swept back in it again.

© Ray Hunter/DeSoto Rust 2006