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I'm sayin' hit the road Hack
        For the hook
        I'll play it by the book
        For the track
        I'll bring it back
        Look out:
the one who blocks the door
When the tax collecter comes by
The tour hits the road, he spends his day (Big fat road manager)
At an all-you-can-eat buffet
a John Wayne movie
To remind us once again

Better drink yer glasses empty now
It's time to hit the line
You got one less cause in the world
To be leaving
for George Jones hits
Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back 
'til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack
You'll be one of us no matter where
then again it hit me
I've got Jim and Jack and Hank

Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what’s left there in the bank
Take your flat iron
Jackie Lynton-Chrysalis Music Ltd.
Jerimiah said his peace and fell back in the road
He was shot by Coulee Reese
Who they nick-named Jack The Toad
if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light
you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
John are and the wolfman kept me company

By the light
if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light
says "Hit the road now, Jack"
Went back to see him next week
He died of a heart attack and died away

Now he's hardly getting over it
Hardly getting
Hit the road,
All I know,
Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen deep,
We hit the streets low ridin.

By the time we made it to New Orleans,
It
says "Hit the road now, Jack"
Went back to see him next week
He died of a heart attack and died away

Now he's hardly getting over it
Hardly getting
stand
Where we stand

One more thing
Before you go
Pick it up and then I'll hit it on down the road
I got no time
For playing games
I mean that
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
Lookin for a 'soul brother straight from mecca'
But niggas try to play me like Woody Woodpecker
EdAd's, never needed knee pads, black
So hit the road
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
escape caring for you all of the time

All of the time
All of the time

Words and music by John Denver
Childhood memories triggered by smell

"So now what?" you may ask
Well that's hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play

All
I Gotta Leave You.
I'm Packing Up 'N' You Can Hit The Road Jack.
You Can Take These Things That You Gave Me,
Cause I'm Never Coming Back.

All I
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
Me and my crew in a little tour show 
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got. 
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on 
Till one by
Burning the back roads, sucking jet fuel from the radio
Cows and corn field flying by
Gate's locked, hop the fence
Sneak past the barn where the riverbank
so well, that I grabbed that gold, and
I left his dead ass there by the side of the road
faith, that it is about luck
Man makes a living by the work he does
But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
My boots have walked that road so son
Hey You

Beam me up Scottie not as to where I have no control of my
Body tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters
Most the time my