Married To My Hack - The New Basement Tapes

Five in the morning, she would fix my lunch

Put it in a paper sack

Where I’m headed, I always appreciate it

But I’d rather stay married to my hack

I move like the breeze, and the birds and the bees

That I’ve never been known to look back

I got fifteen women and all of them swimming

But I’d rather stay married to my hack

I move fifteen miles every minute, I’m all smiles

I shoot by my sister’s shack

She’s got some friend who waves at men, a fine little hen

But I’d rather stay married to my hack

I got twelve-wheel drive and an oversized hive

And air-cooled brakes in the back

Candy McGraft’s always good for a laugh

But I’d rather stay married to my hack

I got a pedal to hit and an engine that won’t quit

And a carburetor that won’t crack

Maureen and Milly, they’re a little silly

But there’s nothing that they do lack

I got loose-eyed ladies who never seen a man

Just waiting around the back

Gimme a bottle or someone to throttle

Cause I’d rather stay married to my hack