Streets Of Atlanta Lyrics & Chords By The Mother Truckers

There's a different time comin', A bad taste in the wind. The panhandle's burning and The winter's blowing in. Hard times for the stranger: No one keeps them...read more

You got drunk last night... you swear you saw the devil But don't you know firewater seeks its own level Life is a cyclone... death is but a breeze...read more

Hey Wade, ain't that a fine barbecue cooker? Hey Wade, ain't that a fine barbecue cooker? A quarter inch plate of blackened steel, that son of a gun must be for real I'd love to...read more

I've got this habit I've got to kick Medicine I need just start to make me sick Shoulders I lean on start to be a crutch Babe I think I needed you a little much But I’m...read more

well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit hotter than a depot stove hide in the cellar here comes amarillo blowin down the road ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy ...read more