1
foot on the gas
Hey
you Mr. freeway
my
name is Mr. passerby
I
came to see you
about
the makings of a nickel and a dime
so
why don't you guide me
to a
land that was built upon the skies
for
you can see
that
it's hard to be one of those standup kind of guys
Carolina
back roads and
Virginia
swamps also hard to master
1
foot on the gas
trying
to save my ass
from
another one of those self willed disasters
trying
to keep it cool
because
I ain't nobodies fool
and
Times not going to move any faster
Hello
there Mr. sunshine
it's
you that greets me every day
I
came to see if you knew
why
the pale yellow moon won't come out and play
I
know you know, Mr. Sun
that
it does not have anything to do with the way I shoot my gun
because
I'm tired of all your days
and
all your bad ways, so why don't you show me why
Carolina
back roads and
Virginia
swamps also hard to master
1
foot on the gas
trying
to save my ass
from
another one of those self willed disasters
trying
to keep it cool
because
I ain't nobodies full
and Time is not going to move any faster
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