Текст песни
Trucks
are
piled
up
for
twenty-five
miles
Twenty-four
hours
a
day
Front
of
the
line
are
Spanish
tile
houses
Where
pretty
little
children
play
Can't
you
tell
there's
Trucks
out
there
just
waiting
for
you?
That
mountain
you
love
is
getting
washed
away
Look
out
your
window
and
see
There's
a
man
on
top
balling
his
eyes
out
Just
for
you
and
me
Can't
you
tell
there's
Trucks
out
there
just
waiting
for
you?
And
everyone
is
loaded
with
the
blues
Left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
And
then
look
like
hell
Left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
And
then
look
like
hell
The
face
of
this
world
is
just
as
flat
as
hell
And
somebody
way
up
there
Tipped
all
the
troubles
onto
our
side
Tipped
away
over
here
Some
people
I
love
cried
over
the
phone
But
nobody
died,
so
it's
okay
The
wildest
corner
of
this
flat
little
world
Is
so
full
of
trouble
today
Can't
you
tell
there's
Trucks
out
there
just
waiting
for
you?
And
everyone
is
loaded
with
the
blues
Left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
And
then
look
like
hell
Left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
And
then
look
like
hell
Oh,
left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
Left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
Left
and
right
Look
left
and
right
And
then
look
like
hell
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