pure denizen of the citizens band

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