Fast Horse Songtext

You got you a fast horse darlin'
But all you do is complain it ain't a maserati.
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
but your mama ain't New York she is pure
Tennessee

On a desrt High-way
I am struck by my own rage
Time-bomb in his palm a finger-apple
augments this advanced shackling

Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Bad Medicine
Girl you got to find you the man who
can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say -

You got you a fast horse darlin'
but all you do is complain it ain't a maserati.
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
but your mama ain't New York she is pure can't you see your mama ain't New York
she is pure Tennessee
Tennessee