| When I was a hitchhiker on the road
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| I had to count on you
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| But you needed me to ease the load
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| And for conversation too
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| Or did you just drive on through.
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| You didn’t see me in Toronto
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| When I first tried out some hash
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| Smoked some then and I’ll do it again
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| If I only had some cash
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| Only had some cash.
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| Then I tried amphetamines
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| And my head was in a glass
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| Taped underneath the speedometer wires
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| Of my '48 Buick’s dash.
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| But I knew that wouldn’t last.
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| Then came California
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| Where I first saw open water
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| In the land of opportunity
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| I knew I was getting hotter
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| I knew I was getting hotter.
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| But the neon lights
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| And the endless nights
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| The neon lights
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| And the endless nights
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| The neon lights
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| And the endless nights
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| The neon lights
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| And the endless nights
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| They took me by surprise
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| The doctor gave me valium
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| But I still couldn’t close my eyes
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| I still couldn’t close my eyes.
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| Then came paranoia
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| And it ran away with me I couldn’t sign my autograph
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| Or appear on TV
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| Or see or be seen
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| See or be seen
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| Or see or be seen.
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| Living in the country
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| Sounded good to me Smoking grass while the summer lasts
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| In the real organic sea
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| Where everything was green
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| Everything was green.
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| Then we had a kid and we split apart
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| I was living on the road
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| A little cocaine went a long long way
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| To ease that different load
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| But my head did explode
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| My head did explode.
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| I wish I was an Aztec
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| Or a runner in Peru
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| I would build such beautiful buildings
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| To house the chosen few
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| Like an Inca from Peru.
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| When I was a hitchhiker on the road
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| I had to count on you
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| But you needed me to ease the load
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| And for conversation too
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| Or did you just drive on Did you just drive on Did you just drive on through.
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| Or did you just drive on Did you just drive on Did you just drive on through. |