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*Rolling!*
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In a westerly direction
This car is my train
I'm driving and I'm wonderin'
What it is I'm runnin' from again
And I feel like an eighty year old man
Holdin' on to twenty nine
And up ahead on that horizon is the California line
I've had enough of this freedom on the road
Never was good with decisions
Least that's what I've been told
Up ahead a truck's carryin' a wide load
A pre-fab house cut in half
A cute little front door and two windows
I'm not sure whether to cry or should I laugh
You see I broke a home up myself once
As I stumbled to that door
I read that note by the dawn's light
Said don't you come round here anymore
I've had enough of this freedom on the road
Never was good with decisions, no
That's what I'm been told
Holdin on to this ticket
'Cause one day I'll pass this toll
Magic road grant your freedom
To some one else for I'll be comin' home
There'll be no more pay per view movies
In these economy motels
No more trash in my back seat
From burger queen or taco hell
Oh no
No more playin' my trump card
For the ladies in the lounge
I think I'll leave a little somethin' out there
For the next travelin' man to scrounge
Well I mean it, yes I do, it's true
I ain't gonna lie
And I know there's got to be someone out there
Who still believes I got that home
I carry his picture in my back pocket
Along with these rocks I found in Arizona I want to show him
And I know I'll return to that awkward silence
And so much work I've never known
But I know if I make these amends
I got a good chance of regaining that trust
Of my long lost son
Oh I've had enough, child, of my freedom on the road
The good Lord better come and help me
Before I grow old
Holdin on to this ticket
It's to help pay this toll
Magic road grant your freedom
Put your sweet feet out
'Cause I'm comin' home