On Big American Roads


Fly West
Old abandoned car
reeling past the peeling faces of pioneers
looking for a fix
what's in the mix? Man....
roll up, smoke up, pass on you
crazy country beings
pass on
Big American Roads
he's spilling his guitar notes all over the linoleum floor
notes falling hard on fragile, virginal glass
Don't you smell somethin'?
A Funky rain is a comin'--
Passing on Big American Roads

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All about looking for a fix of some fun, drugs or otherwise another kick another small town ditch.