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  1. A303 Snack Bar Man Blues

From the recording Twisted Willow

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WOKE UP THIS MORNING, EARLIER THAN MOST, TO THE SOUND OF AN AIR RAID HORN AND BURNIN’ TOAST.
I AIN’T BEEN DRINKING, NOW MY HEAD IS HURTING TOO.

I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.

NEVER HEARD IT COMING, NO NOT A WARNING SIGN, MUST’VE BEEN TWO FEET OVER HIS COUNTY LINE. THE 303’S A BULLET, NOW I WISH THAT I HAD TWO.

I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES. HE SHOOK HIS BONEY FIST AT ME, WAS THEN I TOOK THE BET, GONNA’ WRAP THOSE METAL SIGNS OF YOURS, AROUND YOUR SKINNY NECK. NOW I’M A PEACEFUL MAN, BUT THERE’S THINGS A MAN MUST DO.

I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.

ROTTEN EGGS AND BACON, FRIED IN OLD CHIP FAT, I’M GONNA’ GET THIS LITTLE MAN SOMEDAY, THAT’S A FACT. NOW I AIN’T SLEPT AT ALL OF LATE, AT LEAST A WEEK OR TWO.

I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.

IF THE 303’S A BULLET, MAN I WISH THAT I HAD ONE, I’D STICK IT IN THIS SHOOTIN’ IRON, AND SEE HOW FAST YOU’D RUN. THE 303’S A HIGHWAY, AND I’M STUCK ON IT WITH YOU.

I’VE GOT THE A 303 SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.

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