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Antsy McClain and The Trailer Park Troubadours
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Inspector 372
Alone in a motel at the end of the day My hands in my pockets, my mind far away jingling my car keys and pacing around I pulled out a white piece of paper I found And all it said, once I held it in view Inspected by number 372
The curl of the 7, the flare of the 3 Said a feminine hand wrote this number for me It was printed in black but the number was blue And written by Inspector 372
More than a number - To me you are real. More like a spirit that's making me feel Like I'm more than a salesman who lives at the wheel Maybe I'm crazy but I swear I know you Lonely Inspector 372 ©Antsy McClain
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can see you there now at your sewing machine Pulling on buttons and tugging the seams Just passing the time telling stories and jokes With 371 other folks I know you feel nameless, the way that I do Lonely Inspector 372
Unsung and forgotten by most I am sure But here in my pocket your memory will endure So I'm keeping your number, should there come a chance of Meeting the girl who inspected these pants
So hey if you're out there, this one's for you Nameless Inspector 372 Lonely Inspector 372
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