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Up to No Damn Good
Rafe Carlson
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You pulled off of 75 that Saturday morning
Back when a gallon of gas was only runnin at a buck ninety-nine
Flip-flops Ray-Bans
Minnesota sun tan
Like a little piece of lady luck
That cherry red truck rolled up to the pump next to mine
That's right
I said, "Baby, where you headed 'cause this
Weather's looking too good for wasting"
You just threw me a smile, the kind of look that I could understand
I said, "Sun is shining, jump in baby, thinkin you
Should let me take you to a little place I know"
Shot down an old back road until those firestones hit the sand
That's where it all began
I was like
What we gonna tell your mama, baby?
What you gonna say to your friends?
I ain't met your dad, but for the time we've had
He'll probably wanna beat my ass
For all that skinny dippin and moonshine kissin, honey
Livin in the Great Northwoods
Tell me how you gonna tell 'em you've been up to no damn good
You told me you ain't ever seen a sun setting over the water
That you only ever watched it from a window of some old high rise
Never had the tailgate down, empty bottle of Crown
Rollin 'round in the back of the bed
I said, "Baby, that's the difference
Between living and just being alive"
So when they finally get you on the line
Tell me
What we gonna tell your mama, baby?
What you gonna say to your friends?
I ain't met your dad, but for the time we've had
He'll probably wanna beat my ass
For all that skinny dippin and moonshine kissin, honey
Livin in the Great Northwoods
Tell me how you gonna tell 'em you've been up to no damn good
They're probably worried sick about their little girl
Out beyond the city limit signs
Daddy's pacing the floor, he's praying up to the Lord
While you're having you a hell of a time
So what we gonna tell your mama, baby?
What you gonna say to your friends?
I ain't met your dad, but for the time we've had
He'll probably wanna beat my ass
For all that skinny dippin and moonshine kissin, honey
Livin in the Great Northwoods
Tell me how you gonna tell 'em you've been up to no damn good
You've been up to no damn good girl
We gotta tell 'em something