Mar 2013
I've heard that on chilled August nights,
If you roll down your window,
Put away your sorrows,
Put on your best Neil Young,
And allow your lungs to take in the late summer air,
Your truck meets heaven,
Somewhere along Highway 101.
If you roll down your window,
Put away your sorrows,
Put on your best Neil Young,
And allow your lungs to take in the late summer air,
Your truck meets heaven,
Somewhere along Highway 101.
an oldie I found
(Portland)
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