| State trooper thinks I drive too fast
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| Pulled me over to tell me so
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| I say out here on the prarie
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| Any speed is too slow
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| I miss Brooklyn, I miss my crew
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| Let’s start over, I missed my cue
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| Guess, I just forgot
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| Who I was talking to
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| I should have recognized
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| That fierce look in his eyes
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| I’ve seen it in my mirror
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| So many times
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| He’s gonna put his two cents in
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| 'Cause he’s got a gun
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| But I’m gonna put in three
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| 'Cause history owes me one
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| Guess, I came out here to see some
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| Stuff for myself
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| I mean, why leave the telling
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| Up to everybody else
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| This may be God’s country
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| But this is my country too
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| Move over, Mr. Holiness
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| And let the little people through
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| Thank you for serving and protecting
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| The likes of me
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| Thank you for the ticket
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| Now can I leave?
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| You know, I have left everywhere
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| That I have ever been
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| I don’t really recommend it
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| Though not like anybody asked me
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| Maybe you and I
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| Will meet again someday
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| I’ve been known to
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| Come down this road
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| Maybe it is destiny
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| And then again
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| Maybe not
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| I don’t know |