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POTHOLES

Steerin’ toward your potholes
To get back at your front end
I know that you got holes in your argument
See you got your shoes on
You wear them in a certain way
Where you’re not tattooed on
You got nothing left to say

Did i tell you i would warn you
About my ramblin ways
Was it something i was born to
Or the way i wasn't raised
When you’re livin’ off the floor
In a western metaphor
And your beer breakfast at one
Well that’s what I would have done

Pickin up the pieces
You were seeking out your bliss
Thought her name was windmill
Was it palm tree that you missed
Ridin round your sheep farm
Way out in the Basque country
The wool will keep your feet warm
Carve your name into my tree

Well i waited by the horseshoes
Outside your honky tonk
And i thumbed thru your back issues
In the truck while you were gone
Well I can't relive my youth
Its Gone like a baby’s tooth
And the fairy’s been paid off
And put a hit on Santa Claus..

Steerin’ toward your potholes
To get back at your front end
I know that you got holes in your argument

Did i tell you i would warn you
About my ramblin ways
Was it something i was born to
Or the way i wasnt raised

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from Fix It If You Hate It, released October 1, 2004

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The Riffbrokers Seattle, Washington

Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.

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