I met a frenchman in the field last night
He was out there with an easel painting carnival lights
He said I used to paint the princess, I used to paint the frogs
Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs
I say sometimes it's country, sometimes it's a girl
Everybody's got to have a purpose in this world
You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart
Don't you know that women are the only works of art
And you're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
Drivin' with your eyes closed
And you're gonna hit something
But that's the way it goes
Some guys were born to ramble, some guys breathe for the land
Some guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere
You can breed 'em by the thousands, you can check 'em, you can train
Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the same
How many arrows must I shoot into the booth
Ah you little lady I go crazy over you
So before the death of lovers, and the punishment of pride
Let's go scrape on air conditioning
It's just too hot outside
Drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
And you're gonna hit something
But that's the way it goes
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