I`m cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill where last week I fell off
There`s still some oil by the old elm tree and a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn`t left, I would have struck you dead so I took a ride instead
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My doctor says, she hopes I know how lucky I can be after all it wasn`t my blood mixed in the dirt that night
But this violent rage, turned inward can not be helped by drink And we must really examine this and I say I need another drink
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I`m tearing down Route 80 east the sun`s on my right side I`m drunk, but my vision`s good and I think of my child bride And on the left in shadows I see something that makes me laugh I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass
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