Lyrics:
out, out Out, out, out, yow! Sharp cutter (Cut, cut, cut!) Whetting, when I'm deadheading Vultures in my garden Let 'em, when I'm deadheading Lightning
to leave was kind of now Don't cry, baby, there's no cause for grief Deadheading's never going to kill the chief It's an empty road without relief
to leave was kind of now Don't cry, baby, there's no cause for grief Deadheading's never going to kill the chief It's an empty road without relief
can go Minneapolis in his rear view He's deadheading to Tulsa Got the hammer down on eighty two Every mile marker getting closer Hey he's
Alice catches a ride on a deadheading train Outbound from where the Black-Hearted reign The Queen and her seeds are all that remain In the circle
An old boy on bobbing tires That's me, just deadheading back home great grandpa was wounded at Gettysburg he left a leg behind he never made it through
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