Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

Donna was a suitcase refugee
traveling down the highway towards an unknown dream
til the day she met a shaker off the Jimtown haul
and they rode on down to Texas like a Cannonball
rode on down to Texas like a Cannonball

the coffee and molassas never did taste right
with the whiskey in shadows on a moonlit night
yeah Donna took a double dose in Arkansas
and they rolled across the matress like a cannonball
rolled across the matress like a cannonball

eighteen wheels of lovin' leaving town tonight
saying "Don't you worry Donna it'll be alright"
with no hide no hair no money no call
and her tear drops falling like a Cannonball
her tear drops falling like a Cannonball

there's an unknown father living on the run
night shift wages and a blue eyed son
in the morning little Donna likes to watch him crawl
and he creeps across the carpet like a cannonball
creeps across the carpet like a cannonball

Donna was a suitcase refugee
traveling down the highway towards an unknown dream
til the day she met a shaker off the Jimtown haul
and they rode on down to Texas like a Cannonball
rolled across the mattress like a Cannonball
with the teardrops falling like a Cannonball
yeah, Mammas little baby's just a Cannonball