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Six pistons firing mean. She's drunk again on some bad gasoline. I might blow this engine out if I don't quit this running 'round. Should probably just stay here in town. She's had her fill of prairies and sounds. She'd rather just sit here and rust away, but we got dust and hell to raise.

And it's a long road back to no man's land, and I can't stand these shaking hands. I am nothing but dirt beneath my heels, only dust behind my wheels.

I dropped her gears in washington. Left for dead out on the 101. She ain't ever been quite the same. Her old paint, dents, and shame. Now Oklahoma's going cold. Snow piling on this northbound road. If I don't clear these clouds by dark...I'm saying prayers and pushing hard.

Hold sway, and these winds will die away. So you can rest in your rust, your oil, chains and dust. You're good steel, but I won't make that deal. These wastes are your home, with the wreckage and the brome..
And it's a long old road...

Take the wheel my head hurts. In between the ditches and the earth. Don't you mind them solid lines. You mind the stones, cliffs, and pines.

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