The Waltz - Left Lane Cruiser

Hand me down blues, keep on kickin'

Hand me down rhythm, cut from dirty blood

Deep in that ground

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

Hand me down that ol' dirty-ass shovel

Hand me down black, dirty mud in the blood upon the brain

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

Hand me down roads keep the engine trippin'

Hand me down engine blocks cracked from blown-out gears in the box

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

Everybody tell me, man, just pull out back

Creep up slow, keep that thing running

Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams

Better keep that thing strummin'

Sweet jibba jam is bamba lamba

That’s the blood that bleeds drips, drowns down, crowns into sound

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

Get a hit of the butter roll black molasses

Keep a grease feast beast, streaks, leaks down on the crease

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

Get the reaper creep and crawl on the crust

Diggin' wells deep down into veins of olive oil

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

All the people tell me, man, just pull out back

Creep up slow, keep that thing running

Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams

Better keep that thing strummin'

Keep my axe jacks with back taxes

Keep my dizzy like Thin Lizzy, cold sweat running down the back of neck

Gotta keep running… keep moving on

Sometime juice keep me stepping hard with my roll

People stop and asked me, «Hey, what the hell—you sound like that?»

Gotta keep running… keep moving on