thirty miles beetween our homes
got to travel them alone
summer dust and winter mud
shoes get wasted every time
(now you’re gonna need a dime)
streetlamps cutting in and
(hard to even call it street)
coughing in a dusty cloud
(two miles on foot are tough to beat)
guess I just should get a car
(you still got to buy the gas)
then you would not be so far
(well you still would pay no less)

Honey can’t you live
just a little closer
it would not be such a trip
to come over

Even though you have the same
route to cover I’m to blame
(you’re to blame, that’s her game)
for truck drivers I’m a duck
they run over with their truck
(your life’s not worth a buck)
their wheels plow the earthy road
(hey man this will break your back)
I feel like a tiny toad
(give it up, that crazy drag)
but when I’m all tired and wet
and I see your pretty head
I forget all that was bad
cause it’s just worth every step

Honey can’t you live
just a little closer
it would not be such a trip
to come over

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