Tim Montana Lyrics – Cars on Blocks

Cars On Blocks

Old uncle Randy fresh out the clink
Couldn’t flush it all down the bathroom sink
Don’t give a damn about what you think
And that’s just the way it is

Blackfoot Tom comes down from the res
Peace pipe smelling like the grateful dead
Give him a beer he might give you a hit
And that’s just the way it is

Way out where the buffalo roam
No we ain’t gotta buy it cause we grow our own
Know how to keep them good times coming
Make a little bit of something from a whole lot of nothing
Scratchin’ to the middle, middle finger to the top
Houses on wheels, cars on blocks, way out

Red bone hound howling at the ridge
Tall boys chillin’ in a front porch fridge
Sparky working on a carburetor putting in a pinch
And that’s just the way it is

Way out where the buffalo roam
No we ain’t gotta buy it cause we grow our own
Know how to keep them good times coming
Make a little bit of something from a whole lot of nothing
Scratchin’ to the middle, middle finger to the top
Houses on wheels, cars on blocks, way out

Black smoke rolling out a tin roof shack
Old glory on the flagpole, rifle in the rack
If you been here once, you gonna wanna come back
And that’s just the way it is

Way out where the buffalo roam
No we ain’t gotta buy it cause we grow our own
Know how to keep them good times coming
Make a little bit of something from a whole lot of nothing
Scratchin’ to the middle, middle finger to the top
Houses on wheels, cars on blocks, way out

Way out, way out, way out
If you don’t like it, you can kiss my ass
And that’s just the way it is

Cars On Blocks Lyrics