| Hand me down blues, keep on kickin'
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| Hand me down rhythm, cut from dirty blood
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| Deep in that ground
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| Hand me down that ol' dirty-ass shovel
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| Hand me down black, dirty mud in the blood upon the brain
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| Hand me down roads keep the engine trippin'
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| Hand me down engine blocks cracked from blown-out gears in the box
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| Everybody tell me, man, just pull out back
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| Creep up slow, keep that thing running
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| Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
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| Better keep that thing strummin'
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| Sweet jibba jam is bamba lamba
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| That’s the blood that bleeds drips, drowns down, crowns into sound
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| Get a hit of the butter roll black molasses
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| Keep a grease feast beast, streaks, leaks down on the crease
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| Get the reaper creep and crawl on the crust
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| Diggin' wells deep down into veins of olive oil
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| All the people tell me, man, just pull out back
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| Creep up slow, keep that thing running
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| Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
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| Better keep that thing strummin'
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| Keep my axe jacks with back taxes
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| Keep my dizzy like Thin Lizzy, cold sweat running down the back of neck
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on
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| Sometime juice keep me stepping hard with my roll
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| People stop and asked me, «Hey, what the hell—you sound like that?»
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| Gotta keep running… keep moving on |