Pure Denizen Of The Citizens Band

I want to ask you fellowsWhy do you shut me out?When I’ve driven every place that they call landI talk plain talkI’ve seen the moon sitting on the roadAnd I don’t eat no ChateaubriandAnd I drive my carUnder same starsWhere the miles areCome back I demandDear gentlemenPlease let me inI don’t know how I can make you understandI’m a pure denizen of the citizens bandPure denizen of the citizens bandPure denizen of the citizens bandPure denizen of the citizens bandHey friend you know what I’d doIf I was making the bucksWell I’d move me to a placeWhere all they had was trucks’Cause there’s one thing that I can’t standThere’s one thing I can’t standThere’s one thing I can’t standThere’s one thing I can’t stand

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