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I've got itchy fingers, I've got muddy feet |
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And my mind is wanderin' in the steamin' heat |
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My head is swimmin' full of dirty lies |
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I'm tired of spinnin' freaky alibis |
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I need open spaces to clear my head |
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Need a clearer view on the road ahead |
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Need to fill my tank, check the oil |
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Fix the air conditioner or I'm gonna boil |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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To the edge of this-uh world |
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I've seen fire, disaster and hurricane |
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And sad eyed people and dirty dreams |
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And battered suit cases and cryin' kids |
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And resignation at how life is |
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And easy money and whinin' flow |
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And pretty pictures of sailin' boats |
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And double dealers who take it back |
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If he should mud yer daughter, throw 'im back |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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To the edge of this-uh world |
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I'm goin' through a desert across a plain |
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To the lonely mountain full of cloud and rain |
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Gonna scream out loud at the risin' sun |
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Gonna ask for pleasure when my day is done |
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Yeah, baby, hear my prayin' |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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I'm gonna drive |
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To the edge of this-uh world |