Wilco Cyndi

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Wilco Cyndi By: American Anodyne Cyndi spent all of her money trying to make it to the big time Trying to make it to the sunshine, trying to get away from me She packed every single belonging in an old Chevy Nova She slammed the driver's door, then she gave the bird to me As that Nova sped away, throwing dust and gravel in the Georgia clay I had a feeling that she'd be back some day Roger wilco Cyndi, you're coming in loud and clear You fired off your guns and then you stowed your gear Sixteen miles a gallon and two greasy spoons a day That'll eat a hole in your wallet girl and teach you to pray Pray the transmission don't blow, pray the fan belt holds At least until you've made your getaway If California's the goal, you better pray your luck don't fold Because high and dry wont' get you where you want to go Roger wilco Cyndi, you're coming in loud and clear Tighten up that rubber band 'til you're away from here Well Cyndi called last week to tell me that she made L.A. She had stars in her eyes and fifty buck to her name She said whatever you do, don't you tell nobody that you've heard from me They can find out what happened when they see me on the silver screen Well I hope that Cyndi won't change her name and that somehow she could just stay the same But knowing her she'll get caught in the Hollywood game Roger wilco Cyndi, you're coming in loud and clear I don't ever want to see that Nova back around here Roger wilco Cyndi, you're coming in loud and clear You better not ever let me catch that Nova back around here