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Been trackin' my journey, along The Mississippi Delta line ***** drugs or just bad luck, has put my life into decline Broken family, abusive mother, stepfather would only groan When bashed for not eatin' my mash, ran into the unknown Hitched my thumb out, on the famous route 66 to LA Cruisin' with girls, in a pickup, hair all messed up, in a Chevrolet A door just shut in my mind, with a bang California sounds, like a good place to hang The sunshine means you can go surfin' all year long Locals told me, it's where they felt it was the place to belong Handsome dude, gob smackin' tanned Californian gal Fitness freak ***** boulevard busker high on morale Never stay about for a brutal end to the day Make the ones hurtin' you, instead of nurturing, pay Wave the middle finger, as you slam the door shut In a life on your own, like an island,not in a rut Be the one, seeking the sun, your life definitely more rotund In the end, remember, life is a ticket without a refund.
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
A Door Just Shut In My Mind
Been trackin' my journey, along The Mississippi Delta line ***** drugs or just bad luck, has put my life into decline Broken family, abusive mother, stepfather would only groan When bashed for not eatin' my mash, ran into the unknown Hitched my thumb out, on the famous route 66 to LA Cruisin' with girls, in a pickup, hair all messed up, in a Chevrolet A door just shut in my mind, with a bang California sounds, like a good place to hang The sunshine means you can go surfin' all year long Locals told me, it's where they felt it was the place to belong Handsome dude, gob smackin' tanned Californian gal Fitness freak ***** boulevard busker high on morale Never stay about for a brutal end to the day Make the ones hurtin' you, instead of nurturing, pay Wave the middle finger, as you slam the door shut In a life on your own, like an island,not in a rut Be the one, seeking the sun, your life definitely more rotund In the end, remember, life is a ticket without a refund.
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
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