Lyrics

A pretty woman's like an eighteen-wheeler truck
A man's like a possum whose number is up
If he don't see 'er comin' or hear 'er wheels a hummin'
She'll make him a ROADKILL OF LOVE

And I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
Yes I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
I got halfway 'cross the road Got blinded by her glow
She made me a ROADKILL OF LOVE

Now I had a pretty wife in Kansas City
Then I left her for this waitress in Chillicothe
I spent all my money to hear her call me honey
Then she left me for some lawyer in St Louis

And I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
Yes I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
She was comin' 'round the curve She never even swerved
She made me a ROADKILL OF LOVE

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Bridge: Now fellers listen to me before you cross that road
Just to see what is on the other side
There's one thing you should know when you're standin' in the glow
Don't do like me and look into the light

Cause I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
Yes I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
Looks like love is dead Got tread marks on my head
She made me a ROADKILL OF LOVE

Yeah I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
Yes I'm a ROADKILL OF LOVE
I didn't see 'er comin' or hear 'er wheels a hummin'
Till she made me a ROADKILL OF LOVE

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Talking: Somebody get on their cell phone! Call an ambulance! This feller needs help! Thanks buddy! I think I can hear that ambulance comin' now! Hear it? Way off there in the distance? (ambulance sound) Tag 'im and bag 'im boys! He's a goner!