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AI'm cruising fast on a motorcycle
down this winF#mding country road
And I pBmass the gravel on the foot of the hill
Where laEst week I fell off
TherAe's still some oil by the old elm tree
And a dF#mead squirrel that I hit
But if I haBmdn't left I would have struck you dead
So I toEok a ride instead
Bottoming oAut, bottoming F#mout
Bottoming oBmut, bottoming oEut
AMy doctor says, she hopes I know
How luF#mcky I can be
AfBmter all, it wasn't my blood
Mixed in the diErt that night
But this viAolent rage that's turned inward
Can nF#mot be held by a drink
And Bmwe must really examine this and I say
E"I need another drink."
Bottoming oAut, bottoming F#mout
Bottoming oBmut, bottoming oEut
I'm teaAring down Route 80 east
The sF#mun's on my right side
I'm drBmunk, but my vision's good
And I thEink of my child bride
And oAn the left in shadows, I see
SomeF#mthing that makes me laugh
I aBmim that bike at the fat pothole
EBeyond that underpass
Bottoming oAut, bottoming F#mout
Bottoming oBmut, bottoming oEut
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