Pure Denizen Of The Citizens Band - Frank Black

I want to ask you fellows

Why do you shut me out?

When I’ve driven every place that they call land

I talk plain talk

I’ve seen the moon sitting on the road

And I don’t eat no Chateaubriand

And I drive my car under same stars

Where the miles are, come back I demand

Dear gentlemen, please let me in

I don’t know how I can make you understand

I’m a pure denizen of the citizens band

I’m a pure denizen of the citizens band

I’m a pure denizen of the citizens band

I’m a pure denizen of the citizens band

Hey friend, you know what I’d do

If I was making the bucks

Well, I’d move me to a place

Where all they had was trucks

'Cause there’s one thing that I can’t stand

There’s one thing that I cannot stand

One thing I cannot stand, can’t stand

Cannot stand, can’t stand