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She'll drive right over you
Just a red stain on the highway
When baby driver is all done with you
Little Diva she's a baby driver
She's pulling that mule
Cutting up my hands
Picking slate since I was eight
That mine made me a man
Ended up a driver
Hitching up the mules
They can't run, can't see the sun
But I
Mi riscaldi dentro come un Moscow Mule in pieno Dicembre
Ed è da un po' che penso che la gente
Come me perde, perde sempre
Sei parte di me come
I Say hey there Mr. Bus driver
Gotta get me back home in time
Can't you make this rig move any faster
You know I'm just about to lose my mind
I
When chaos is your call
And you're a slave driver
And a miserable miser
Blind to the pleading
And deaf to the sane
There is clear lack of meaning
All the king's horses
All the farmer's mules
They can't even stop you
From givin' me the blues
That's wrong
Little girl you are wrong
You got
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well, you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well, a train driver he
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he
This here's a story
About the Rock Island Line
Well, the Rock Island Line
Runs from New Orleans going North
The train driver pulled
Up
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
Chopper with the driver, idols turned rivals (what?)
Body in the lake, had to call in the diver (ugh)
Found him in a hotbox, wasn't no survivor (damn)
I
Mercedes driver
85'er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
hammers, picks and dull spades|I'm the jack of many trades, a master of them all||I'm a farmer, snake charmer, doctor, a lawyer, a mule skinner, cat
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
and you know
If you got certain things on board when you go through the tollgate
Well you don't have to pay the man no toll
Well a train driver he pulled
to step and jewel in the trap we work a Mule bag full of pills in bluefield them blue Pills
Push thru whiteville gas up on a hill in
Virginia I’m gales
Casey Jones he was a mighty man
But now he's resting in the promised land
The kind of music he could understand
Was an eight wheel driver under
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