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to my surprise, discovered that I really don't know muchmost of much of what I know catches a (what are you doin?)Runnin from the bar, not my favorite hobbyI'm relieved that I saw the speed trap before he saw meI don't need another ticket, I've gotta collection in the gloveboxThey make great souvenirs cause they weigh less than rocksMan you better slow your roll, let the numbers get lowLike a 55 stroll to move past the patrolHope he don't already know about my top speedLike the helicopter radar that caught me outside of MilwaukeeI'm still livin this life, tryin to escape the problemsQuick and quiet at night just like the insects and the goblinsIt's the gas fumes,the fast food, yo its all of the aboveIt's meetin women for a weekend and fallin deep in loveAs good as it gets, man its as bad as you make itBut ain't nuthin like bathin in a freezin river nakedAnd I really don't know much but I know enough to knowKnow that I'm lost I've never been so found... (so in touch)Take this job and give it to someone elseCorn on the cob is better when its hot with melted butter on topCould warm the soul,but this ones coldCause I stole it off the side of the roadI'm not a real thief, I don't steal more than I eatEverything I take I eat, I never do it for the greedLetras de cancionesI'm just a gravel trail type of manPull the car behind the brush and get in touch with your farm landSo if and gotta healthy lookin garden in your backyardI'll pull over to admire then I'll check for a dogAnd if the hairy is clear I'll be back here tonightSet dinner for one under the moonlight...(discovered that, I really don't know much, most of much of whatI know catches a, , , to my surprise, in the moonlights when to strike, under the stars gettin ourstheres a breeze every night, )carrots,tomatoes,green beans,cabbages,rhubarb,cauliflower, corn,radisheshere it comes,here it is,n there it went sunrisearight, now its time to get on withcha lifeloaded up the Ford, with all the rations suppliesAnd hit the road to fly the friendly skiesIt's been about a month since I left St. Paulie Girl behindpunctured the heart but it was for her own goodleft her sittin in the kitchen with the breakfast dishesAnd gave a name to this distance that she never would've understoodroll the window down, got the sounds distortinAnd I got my last paycheck and half a carton of Newports manAnd I'm never gonna quit til I face my challengeAnd I use your mathematics just to average my gallonsAnd if you buy my tape it puts work on my odometer10 bucks'd take me 300 kilometersrunnin from myself wont stop until I popso keep an eye open for me at your local record shopAnd I found myself,when I lost myself From Letras Mania