Peterbilt Coalmine

I been eyeing up a coal mine baby

I been eyeing up a Peterbilt truck and

I been listening to the radio sometimes

And it's making my backbone wilt

I been dreaming of the mighty mighty Red

And a thatch roof hut that I'd put on it

You got a figure there's a local 'round the bend

With a shiny red barstool and my name's on it

Oh, has the record stopped spinning?

Has the other boot dropped, is my punk flame burning out?

Keep my eye upon the Bluejay flying

From your collar to your hipbone baby

I don't expect it to be on you always

But surprise me with it one day, maybe

The way you did when I came in from the cold

Nothing on you but a devil-wide grin

And I don't imagine I could tire of the act

But what a lonely lonely road it's been

Has the record stopped spinning?

Has the other boot dropped, is my punk flame burning out?

And has the band moved on and left me on the farm?

Is my rock'n'roll nerve all spent

Just a flaming heart on an old man's arm?

Oh, has the record stopped spinning?

Has the other boot dropped, is my punk flame burning out?

And has the band moved on and left me on the farm?

Is my rock'n'roll nerve all spent

Just a flaming heart on an old man's arm?

I been eyeing up a coal mine baby

I been eyeing up a Peterbilt truck and

I been listening to the radio sometimes