Lyrics

I got an old V-8 from the year I was born Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford But the engine's clean, I could paint her someday But most of the time I like it this way Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye I'm just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by Well I used to talk tough, I used to get loud Want to paint my name all over this town The folks lined up just to dog my day Now if I stay quiet, they stay out of my way Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye I'm just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by I got a brand new plan, I'm gonna help myself 'Cause it's a fat man's turn, I'm gonna share the wealth Put the money in the bag, keep your hands in sight Turn around, count to ten, and I go back into the night Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by Don't call for help, Don't scream don't cry Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by I got an old V-8 from the year I was born Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford
Writer(s): Gillian Howard Welch, David Todd Rawlings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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