Drive-By Truckers - Birthday Boy Lyrics
Which one's the birthday boy?She said, "I ain't got all night"What your momma name?You can call me what you likeEvery skin in historyGotta make it hard somehowSit your bare ass down right hereI'll solve yours right nowGot a girlfriend, don't you, boy?Nervous hands can't lieMarried men don't ask how muchSingle one's ain't buyOne day you've got everythingNext day it's all brokeLet this Trixie sit up frontLet her wipe your noseWorking for the money like you got eight handsFlat on your back under a mean old manJust thinking happy thoughts, breathing inBetween your momma's drive and daddy's beltIt don't take smarts to learn the tune??Pretty girls from the smallest townsCan't remember life's storms and droughtsThat old men talk about the years to comeI guess that's why they give us backSo few old man can sayThey saw us when we were youngWhich one's the birthday boy?She said, "I ain't got all night"What your momma name?You can call me what you like
