A

  I got itchy fingers I got muddy feat

  And my mind is wandering in the state of heat

  My head is swimming it's full of lies

  Tired of spending time to give you alibies



         A

  I need open spaces to clear my head

  And to clear a few on the road ahead

  Need to fill my tank and take the car

  Fix the air condition or I'm gonna park



            E

  I'm gonna drive

            D

  I'm gonna drive

                        A

  To the edge of this-a world



          A

  I see a fire disaster and hurricane

  And sad-eyed people and dirty trains

  And battered suitcase and crying kids

  And resignation and how life is

  And easy money and wildlife flows

  And pretty pictures and singing folks

  And double dealers and take-the-crap fishin'

  And murdered daughters and thrown on the back



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