[lyrics by Jules Shear]
I never sought perfection, I loved her for her flaws
Someday you've got to do something nice for someone
and not wait for the applause
I started pluralizing my sentences I guess I skipped a verse
The moment I relied on her everything got worse
Oh no I could not say
She could mean to be so cruel
But the proof is on this postcard
>From a villa in Portugal
>From a villa in Portugal
She had the face of an angel mixed up with gypsy's hands
Her emotions blow to pieces, man she doesn't care where they land
She was going to a movie, a friend was gonna pick her up
She didn't say she was going all the way to the Iberian Peninsula
[chorus]
I never sought perfection, I loved her for her flaws
So I'm left her to wonder how the spell I was under
Is effect without the cause
It doesn't take a doctor with tools made to dissect
To smell in the air that hangs around here
Faith dying of neglect
[chorus]I got no time to eat
I got no time to sleep
I got a truck full of stuff
Should've been there last week
I've been livin' in truck stops
My body feels used
Got the hamburger that's right, yeah
The kentucky fried blues
Flyin' high in my cab
Got my foot on the gas
Got to get there tonight
Showin' nothin' but a pass
Tired of livin' in truck stops, have mercy
My body feels used
Got the hamburger, that's right, yeah
Kentucky fried blues
Even in the fast lane
Seems to slow down my brain
Got one hell of a deadline
Riggers do not complain
Tired of livin' in truck stops
Lord my body feels used
Got the hamburger that's right yeah, yeah, yeah
Kentucky fried blues.
Words and music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew
and Darrell Sweet
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(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
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