I’ve got itchy fingers, I’ve got muddy feetAnd my mind is wanderin’ in the steamin’ heatMy head is swimmin’ full of dirty liesI’m tired of spinnin’ freaky alibis I need open spaces to clear my headNeed a clearer view on the road aheadNeed to fill my tank, check the oilFix the air conditioner or I’m gonna boil I’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveTo the edge of this-uh world I’ve seen fire, disaster and hurricaneAnd sad eyed people and dirty dreamsAnd battered suit cases and cryin’ kidsAnd resignation at how life is And easy money and wine that flowsAnd pretty pictures and centerfoldsAnd double dealers who take it backIf he should mud yer daughter, throw ‘im back I’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveTo the edge of this-uh world I’m goin’ through a desert across a plainTo the lonely mountain full of cloud and rainGonna scream out loud at the risin’ sunGonna ask for pleasure when my day is doneYeah, baby, hear my prayin’ I’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveI’m gonna driveTo the edge of this-uh world
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