Finally got a ride, some old broad down from Santa Fe. She was a real go-getter. She drawled so sweetly, "I think, child, that things'll get better." We pulled off the highway, night black as a widow. "Yes, I read the Bible," she said, "I wanna know of you."
Hey, I think I've got a live one, Hey, I think I've got a live one, Yeah, Yeah, I think I've got a live one.
Felt like I was hit by a diesel or a greyhound bus. She was no baby-sitter. "Get up, sugar, never thought you'd be a quitter." I opened the back door, she was greedy. I ran through the desert, she was chasin'. No time to get dressed, so I was naked, stranded in Chihuahua.
Hey, I think I've got a live one, Hey, I think I've got a live one, Hey, hey, I think I've got a live one, Alone, raped and freezin', Alone cold and sneezin', Alone down in Mexico, Alone.
Compositores: Michael O Bruce (Bruce Michael) (BMI), Vincent Damon Furnier (Alice Cooper) (BMI)Editores: Ezra Music Corp (BMI), Pw Ballads (BMI), Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2000 e lançado em 2001 (17/Set)ECAD verificado obra #18937659 e fonograma #2246216 em 08/Abr/2024