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Drive on up
Baby mamma won't you drive on up
To the soap boy's door, for rich or for poor
In your granddad's pickup truck
Drive on up
Honey baby
Through the timbers and the fog
I'll be sittin' here in the sunlight on that same old hollow log
Well I made my money, honey, on the road
I been down at the trail with a heavy load
You bounce all around like a bumble bee
So won't you come on up here and take a look and see
So drive on up
Honey mamma won't you drive on up
To the soap boy's door, for rich or for poor
In your granddad's pickup truck
Your mamma, well she ain't here no more
And your brother well he's in jail
So won't you drive on up to see me, girl
'Cause you got nothin' left to sell
Well I made my money, honey, on the road
I been down at the trail with a heavy load
You bounce all around like a bumble bee
And now I see your headlights comin' through those trees
So let's drive on down
To the city baby drive on down
And our kids go round and round
We make a toast to the Southern path
To the (grass) stones on the hill
To the love we've had and the love we've lost
And the love that we've got still
Come on now
So step on up and let your head down
We'll be ready from the law when the sun go down
Ain't your lips red and your blue eyes brown
Baby come on up so we can drive on down yeah
Drive on up
Honey mamma won't you drive on up
To the soap boy's door, for rich or for poor
In your granddad's pickup truck
Your mamma, well she ain't here no more
And your brother well he's in jail
So won't you drive on up to see me, girl
'Cause you got nothin' left to sell naw
Ah you got nothin' left to sell woo-ooh
You got nothin' left to sell
