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We hit the road and I hit the bank It's a big machine, got a hungry tank The highway hums and the rubber rolls Beat the street, gotta pay the tolls Dreamed Jimmy Page was in my band 'Cos his soul is in my hand I smoke what I like I drink what I choose Don't tell me how to play the blues 'Cos you don't own me The beast won't rest and must be fed The band's on fire, needle hits the red The lights go down and you pack the load Lock the door, baby, hit the road Dreamed Jimmy Page was in my band 'Cos his soul is in my hand I smoke what I like I drink what I choose Don't tell me how to play the blues 'Cos you don't own me 'Cos you don't own me Letras de canciones The cards are stacked so I can't fold It's all on black and my drink is cold Dreamed Jimmy Page was in my band 'Cos his soul is in my hand I smoke what I like I drink what I choose Don't tell me how to play the blues 'Cos you don't own me 'Cos you don't own me From Letras Mania