Stoner Train - No Money, No Home | Текст песни

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• Stoner Train
• No Money, No Home

Two hundred boogie miles,
Growing beard, crazy smile.
Traffic lights are green,
The smell of gasoline.

Oh-Oh, I’ve got no money,
I’ve got no home.

A thousand miles we’re moving ahead.
Groovy beats explode my head.
Taking a break for a bottle of booze.
The slide is screeching out of the blues.

Oh-Oh, I’ve got no money,
I’ve got no home.