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I wasn't born lookin' back, I can't tell white from black |
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Kesey next to me now darling, straighter than a railroad track |
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I've been so high, my mind was dry |
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I rent it out to farmers on the midnight ride |
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That ain't all |
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I ain't even got me a congressman I can call |
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I seen 'em dumpin' garbage, in my rivers and lakes |
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All right |
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I seen 'em send up John Sinclair, you know |
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Two joints is all it takes |
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Then suddenly I was in a tree |
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And dogs were barking up at me |
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Can't you see |
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I'm so damn apethetic, I can't believe I'm free |
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As the senator he signs the bills you know |
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And he's telling us which way we have to go |
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Think it's time we got together and declared |
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When you see them coming and you get so scared |
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Rain is falling down, but you know I'm feeling fine |
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I think I'll watch the tv set, let America steal my mind |
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But you know I'm cool, Momma had a rule |
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She didn't raise no fool to be true to someone else |
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I'm gonna be myself |
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I'm runnin' down that highway child |
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Highway child |
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Highway child |