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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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