Nolan Duchane Drive
That boy Nolan Crazy
Riding around town with a dead lady
In a dark grey hurse he calls Sady
Nolan, Nolan boy you crazy
He opens the door he takes his time
Come on in Spider let me take you for a ride
Let me show you the town in my little grey ride
I told him oh no and I went run and hide
Nolan chased me here Nolan chased me there
Chill out Nolan there’s a dead lady in there
She isn’t all the way dead she hasn’t released her last air
I don’t care what you say Nolan I aint getting in there
Dark clouds are coming Nolan please get away
Why do you have this dead lady anyway
Spider you know why stop acting that way
Cause I’m Nolan Duchane the coroner of today
Nolan what was she doing when you first picked her up
I seen her lying in the hospital I needed a couple of bucks
I grabbed her by the bed and rolled her in the truck
I told her I have a nice shot for you in the arm or the butt
You are crazy Nolan if you think Im getting in that hurse today
That lady is dead the clouds are dark this situation isn’t for play
But Spider you know why I play stop acting that way
Cause I’m Nolan Duchane the coroner of today
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