Drivin' 'round last evening, lookin' for Roadkill Dine,
It's a little roadhouse, that's servin' food so fine.
I rid ev'ry corner, find that place to sup,
Billie hicks do swoon 'bout, so I blows some on my horn.

Found on a corner, down some side street,
Hilly billy, four boys are stayin',
They were fickle in bare feet.

Roosters jump my sideboard, and peck some at my tires,
Dinky bums a nut case, but thought I'd try inquire.
Hey boy am I within', the Roadkill a mile or two?
"Billie" look like he's in trance and speaks while chawin' chew.

Down over yonder, go on past Pete's,
Hilly somes a highway, a way in,
Past the brick fill on that street.

Way over yonder, cross roads you'll meet,
Will a be a door way what's sayin',
Roadkill griddle, come n eat.

I could find not any, eateries around,
Directions were so fickle, bet no money it be found.
Yonder back at corner, are those nappy boys,
Feeble so I'm hunger bound, stop in at Bob's and Roy's.

Go way down yonder, road of concrete,
Will a be a railway, a way in,
With a trestle cross the street.
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Turn the next corner, where they shoot skeet,
Gonna be a freeway for payin',
Cost some nickels, ride that street.

Way over yonder, where they pack meat,
Will a be a doorway what's sayin',
Roadkill griddle, come n eat.