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My six-string's riding shotgun
Since you left my heart on fire.
My pickup truck ain't steerin' right
‘Cause I got one flat tire.
I'm drivin' down the backroads
And I'm chasin' a faded dream.
Tryin' to find my way back home
With my ole' buddy, Jim Beam.
"Don't chase the wind.", my Mama said.
"Don't listen for that voice!"
But I can't change our voicemail blurb,
So now I got no choice.
I'm drifting down these country roads
And I'm feelin' all back ass-ward.
Along with my heart and my favourite shirt
He stole my Netflix password.
But still, I feel that I'll see a sign
Maybe just 'round the next bend.
But knowin' my luck at findin' love,
That sign'll say, "Dead End".
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