Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

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This is an ode to every single mother you ever fell for a false "I love you." I used the name Donna as a tribute to my grandmother Donna McReynolds who passed on in February 2009.

Donna was a suitcase refugee
traveling down the highway towards an unknown dream
till the day she met a shaker off the Jimtown haul
and they rode on down to Texas like a Cannonball
rode on down to Texas like a Cannonball

the coffee and molasses never did taste right
with the whiskey in shadows on a moonlit night
yeah Donna took a double dose in Arkansas
and she rolled across the mattress like a cannonball
rolled across the mattress like a cannonball

eighteen wheels of loving' leaving town tonight
saying "Don't you worry honey it'll be alright"
no hide no hair no money no call
with a tear drop falling like a Cannonball
tear drop falling like a Cannonball

there's an unknown father living on the run
night shift wages and a blue eyed son
in the morning little Donna likes to watch him crawl
and he creeps across the carpet like a cannonball
creeps across the carpet like a cannonball

Donna was a suitcase refugee
traveling down the highway towards an unknown dream
till the day she met a shaker off the Jimtown haul
and they rode on down to Texas like a Cannonball
rolled across the mattress like a Cannonball
tears keep falling like they're Cannonballs
yeah, Mammas little baby's just a Cannonball