The Music: Lyrics & Lead Sheets: Impound

-- Lyrics: John McGaraghan
-- Music: John McGaraghan

Driking Coors in the car, we don't get very far
before both of us need a pit stop

Crushing cans on the floor, lean my head out the door
take a pull from a flask with a flip top

An unlucky number of tickets and they towed me away
Twelve hundred bucks later, and it aint such a beautiful day

God damned junk yard dogs smoked every last roach in the ash tray
Fuck all those boys at the impound is all Ive got to say