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When they write the history of these troubled times I have a terrible dread that they won't put enough emphasis on the most common experience we all have shared. Therefore to do my small part in documenting modern life I have written this song.
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Lyrics
Well I got off from work and I jumped in my car
And I drove to the freeway knew I wasn't going far
They were jammed up, they were sitting tight, and everywhere I looked those cars were standing still.
Well I gave it the gas and I tried to merge
Man I almost played my funeral dirge
They were jammed up, they were sitting tight and everywhere I looked those cars were standing still.
Now Road Rage can be an awful thing
You say those words you don't really mean
turn on the radio and try to sing
But a man interrupts just to say
There's an 18 wheeler and it's in your way and it was carrying a toxic chemical load
Well I just laid back and tried to relax
When I almost got killed by a caddilac
They were jammed up , they were sitting still and everywhere I looked those cars were standing still.
Well I got home about 8:00 and man I tell you I was oh so hot
But I had a cold dring, my baby whispered in my ear and as we went to bed there wasn't a car in sight
And I drove to the freeway knew I wasn't going far
They were jammed up, they were sitting tight, and everywhere I looked those cars were standing still.
Well I gave it the gas and I tried to merge
Man I almost played my funeral dirge
They were jammed up, they were sitting tight and everywhere I looked those cars were standing still.
Now Road Rage can be an awful thing
You say those words you don't really mean
turn on the radio and try to sing
But a man interrupts just to say
There's an 18 wheeler and it's in your way and it was carrying a toxic chemical load
Well I just laid back and tried to relax
When I almost got killed by a caddilac
They were jammed up , they were sitting still and everywhere I looked those cars were standing still.
Well I got home about 8:00 and man I tell you I was oh so hot
But I had a cold dring, my baby whispered in my ear and as we went to bed there wasn't a car in sight
Tom Atwood
Great work again, Tom. Some very funny lines in this
verse, although my personal favorite is, "Man, I almost
played my funeral dirge." Excellent rhyming. Great harp.
Your production is also getting frighteningly good. I can't
find one bad thing to say about his song. The Marine Band
is so good, though, you might consider giving it an extra
solo. (When will we hear just you and your harp?)