Song Lyrics

Whatever you don't follow that shot
She rang those words out with all she got
With a baby and the laundry in the Chevrolet
Well, he thought about following anyway
But he drove 'em to the strip mall laundromat
In his three-day beard and his red man hat
Trudy washed their bell bottom jeans
While that baby just sat there lookin' mean

Trudy and Dave
They're out of their minds
Trudy and Dave
They're out of their minds

Well, David put a match to a Lucky Strike
And the smoke curled up 'round his head how he liked
It made him feel a little mysterious
Till Trudy said "David, honey, what about us?"
So he thought about them and those shots ringing out
And other things he shouldn't be thinking about
Like how it wasn't them at all, just life that was mean
And how a twenty dollar pistol made him feel so clean

Trudy and Dave
They're out of their minds
Trudy and Dave
They're out of their minds

Didn't mean to do it, baby, but I did it for love
The same shot his daddy heard before him
A shot that can really blow you away
And when it is fired, his mama told him
"David, you'll follow it to your grave."

Well, Trudy and Dave, those crazy kids
Had a baby of their own, and you heard what they did
In the middle of a strip mall shots rang out
Shots heard all over the world, no doubt
'Cause it was there in the paper the very next day
'Bout a couple and a baby and a Chevrolet
Who shot up an automatic teller machine
Took the money for the laundry and drove away clean

Trudy and Dave
They're out of their minds
Trudy and Dave
They're out of their minds

John Hiatt