Nurse on the backseat
I’m a man of special needs, my friend
Got my life on the line and a free weekend
On the road is where my time is spent
In this speedy old wagon through the straights and bends
Straight from a Tarantino movie scene
Thumb in the air, on the side of the road, this pretty thing
She needed to go somewhere
and by luck I was heading there it seems
Now I’m writing to you
CHORUS:
Mama, I’ll be alright, don’t lose sleep tonight over me
Got to fit places to see and people to meet all in one life
I’ve got a nurse on the backseat, trying to save me from this disease
She says I’m doing alright
I guess I’m doing alright
Now she’s whispering in my ear
All the things I want to hear her say
She let me know my prescription’s here
a little bit of treatment on the backseat, my dear
It’s why I’m writing to you
CHORUS
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