Music: C. Saunders
Old Skipper, no quitter
He gets me where I gotta call home
Love junkie with little money
I need a man to keep me warm on the road
Time is a wire across the asphalt
Punctures the tyres of my speeding heart
No winner, both sinners
Shake each other right down to the bone
Young punks get real funky
We get down and share the weight of the load
Time is a wire across the asphalt
Punctures the tyres of my speeding heart
And love is gold in this economy
So bag it, hit the gas into the sun with me
Time is a wire across the asphalt
Punctures the tyres of my speeding heart
And love is gold in this economy
So bag it, hit the gas into the sun with me
Old Skipper, no quitter
He gets me where I gotta call home