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I Listened to Less Than Jakes Gainesville Rock City for Almost 2 Hours Straight lyrics by The Tommy Lasorda Experience

It must have been summer
Because it was still very bright
When I got out of work that Friday
Three seasons of the year
People tend to trudge out of work
Summertime, no jacket to put on
Throw your work bag in the back
Roll down the windows, and hit the road
Yeah!

It’s not even so much the destination
As the departure and the journey
What great reward awaits me
At the end of my drive home

What, feeding the cats?

Even in the days when I took public transportation
The first five or tеn minutes out of work on a Friday afternoon
Are еxhilarating to the psyche
Even if you’re just driving to the dentist
I’ve never liked the whole concept
Of putting in your 5 so you can enjoy the weekend
It seems to miss the point
But I can’t deny pre-weekend euphoria

Guitar solo!!

And then everything stopped
And that’s no joke on the Bronx River Parkway
If you slam on your brakes you’re liable to wind up
With a shattered window and someone in your backseat
Traffic is never good on the Bronx River on Fridays
But halfway home this day, it just stopped
No visible accident
No cops
Just Detroit rolling iron
As far as the eye could see

My first car was an old Chevy Cavalier
That would overheat if you looked at it cross-eyed
I had more than my share of being parked
On the side of the road with the hood up
Pretending to know what to do as steam or smoke billowed out
It left deep scars on my automotive psyche
Despite the fact that my current car
Monitors everything but my rectal temperature

Put a CD in the player
Guy next to me looked over and made an exasperated gesture
I pretended to be equally put out
Truth was, it was a fine day
I had my favorite song playing
It was kind of nice to just sit for a while

I’m an adult and I can do what I like
So I replayed the song when it finished
And I replayed it a third time
And then just put it on repeat for hours

Traffic started moving eventually
And truth be told
I can’t even remember if I found out what the jam was
People always drive faster after a traffic stoppage
It’s part frustration
Part wanting to make up for lost time
People drive out of congestion like
They’re fleeing the fall of Saigon

That day, I didn’t