| On your back in a boxcar train
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| With a jug of wine in the pouring rain
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| Northward bound, San Francisco Bay
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| Santa Barbara Line up through Monterrey
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| Under the Bixby Canyon Bridge
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| Ride like the wind into the night
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| Black as a ghost raven in flight
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| It won’t be long until you’re gone
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| Into the fog born from the sea
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| Out on the road lost in a dream
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| It won’t be long until you’re gone
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| Fly free
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| Up all night popping benzedrine
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| With a burning mind and 47 keys
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| You shook the world so indefinitely
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| With you brilliant, beautiful insanity
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| All of us are forever changed
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| Go ride like the wind into the night
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| Black as a ghost raven in flight
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| It won’t be long until you’re gone
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| Into the fog born from the sea
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| Out on the road lost in a dream
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| It won’t be long until you’re gone
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| Fly free
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| What is a lonely road
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| If it doesn’t lead you home?
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| Just into the unknown
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| On your back in a boxcar train
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| With a jug of wine in the pouring rain |