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Ward Thomas

Country Medley

 

Country Medley


We left in plenty of time and thank God we did
The clock kept screaming the time and tires skid
Turn left, then a half hour later
We were right back where we began when we started this trip

It wasn't just my mood that was going downhill
Even felt we were being pursued when the car stood still
Turned right, the Tom-Tom said
I wanna chuck it right outta the car and leave it for dead

I swear we drove right past the old king's head
Twenty-five times or more
The wipers stopped and Catherine said
"I can't take this anymore"
So Lizzy jumped out and took the wheel
She coulda took us to the moon and back
By the time that we got out and slammed the door
In a town called Ugley

So after driving right past the Old Kings Head
Fifty-five times or more
The tire's flat and the battery's dead
It doesn't matter any more
We survived this drive to tell this tale
What the hell did we come here for
We couldn't wait to get out and finally slam the door

On a town, that bloody town
It's a cotton-picking town called Ugley

How many times have you woken up
To find your coffee's cold than a broken cup
That's a hell of a way
To start your day
How many times have you looked at the date
And a calendar full of empty pages
What a hell of a way
To see time flipping away

Like a barrel down the hill keeps rolling faster
And circumstances become your master
And you realize
Your hands ain't on the wheel anymore

With the wind at your back and the sun at your side
Take the bull by the horns and ride
You gotta push for the stride
It wins the race every time
So when you're low on steam but your aim is high
You gotta keep your eye on the prize
You gotta push for the stride
That wins the race every time

For the stride
For the stride

With the wind at your back and the sun at your side
Take the bull by the horns and ride
You gotta push for the stride
It wins the race every time
So when you're low on steam but your aim is high
You gotta keep your eye on the prize
You gotta push for the stride
That wins the race every time
You gotta push for the stride
That wins the race every time
You gotta push for the stride
That wins the race every time

For the stride
For the stride
For the stride
For the stride
For the stride
For the stride
For the stride
For the stride

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