Will "the Thrill" Lyrics & Chords By Cayucas

Underneath what's beating slimy green
Saint Laurence built in the safe of these
No intelligent thing left to say
Oh what's done and bid them wash away
Load a cycle nineteen fifty-three
Yellow mounting carpet Indian chief
Rusted in then old bent dumpy shed
Pushed the wheel barrel over the tire tread

And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?"
Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know
Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows?

Through the deaf fields in cold lundy uh
Had to hitchhike back to Montezuma
Ended up in some place far away
Cowboy boots till don a switch blade
Seven seventy M-W
Series deep that goes a hunch then soon
Sittin' on the leather worn and torn
Muddy boot prints cover up the floor

And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?"
Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know
Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows?

Look at the posters that are on the wall
Michael Jordan standing six feet tall
It's in your closet or behind your bed
No feel if feel the sense of bloody red
Like wind, my friend