Dixie Roadrash Songtext
von Common Rider

Dixie road rash and the world′s most obvious car crash
She went through twenty states but the one I hate came last

Woah, woah, nothing slows down
Nothing ever turns around
She slipped right through my hands

Herbal remedies are best for minor maladies
No wine, no flowers, you lay beside her name
Please excuse me if I don't stand up and tell you things
All those fun and games just left with her today


Woah, woah, nothing slows down
Nothing ever turns around
She slipped right through my hands

If I could have just one wish come true
I′d wish you here with me or that I could've been there with you

Woah, woah, nothing slows down
Nothing ever turns around
She slipped right through my hands

Woah, woah, nothing slows down
Nothing ever turns around
She slipped right through my hands