Truckers Atlas

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I'm going to Colorado
 To unload my head
 I'm going to New York City
 And that's in New York, friends
 I'm going to Arizona
 Sex on the rocks all warm and red
 And we bled!
 ♪
 And the writing in the stall said
 We write our maps in the stalls
 I'm going up to Alaska
 I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
 And we all did!
 ♪
 This truckers atlas roads the ways
 The freeways and highways don't know
 The buzz from the bird on my dash
 Road locomotive phone
 ♪
 This truckers atlas roads the ways
 The freeways and highways don't know
 The buzz from the bird on my dash
 Road locomotive phone
 ♪
 I don't feel and I feel great
 I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
 I do lines and I crossed roads
 I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
 ♪
 I'm goin' up, going over to Montana
 You got yourself a trucker's atlas
 You knew you were all hot
 Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
 You start at the northwest corner
 Goin' down through California
 Beeline you might drive three days
 Three nights to the tip of Florida
 ♪
 Oh do you speak the lingo?
 Oh, oh no
 Oh do you speak the lingo?
 No no
 ♪
 How far does your road go?
 Oh no, you don't know?
 ♪
 I'm going to Colorado
 To unload my head
 I'm going to New York City
 And that's in New York, friends
 I'm going up to Alaska
 I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
 And we all did!
 ♪
 And the writing in the salt says
 We ride out to the stars
 I'm going to Arizona
 Sex on the rocks all warm and red
 And we all did!
 ♪
 This truckers atlas roads the ways
 The freeways and highways don't know
 The buzz from the bird on my dash
 Road locomotive phone
 ♪
 This truckers atlas roads the ways
 The freeways and highways don't know
 The buzz from the bird on my dash
 Road locomotive phone
 ♪
 I don't feel and I feel great
 I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
 I do lines and I crossed roads
 I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
 ♪
 I'm going up, going over to Montana
 You got yourself a trucker's atlas
 You knew you were all hot
 Well maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
 Start at the northwest corner
 Go down through California
 Beeline you might drive three days
 Three nights to the tip of Florida
 

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Duration
10:57
Key
9
Tempo
101 BPM

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