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Well
I'm headin for the Rockies, wind blowin in my face;
Eatin up those white lines, headin for a place;
Where I can feel the Spirits, of those that came before;
When a man depended on his skill, his horse and nothin more.
There's
Soul in this ol' motor, I love to hear it rumble;
I think of those that came before, and it sure does make me humble;
So if you see me in the Mountains, broke down and on the side;
Cussin my ol' Shovel, I'll still be filled with pride.
Cause
just like those of yesteryear, that came this way before;
Saddlebags filled with jerky, a gun and nothin more;
I'm depending on the Spirits, to help a man like me;
Cause I know that I can make it, and be what I want to be.
Evo
or Pan, I don't give a damn, you may think it's trouble;
But when I got Her tuned and hot, there's nothin like my Shovel!
by
Jake the Snake Jegelewicz
Website - The
Snake Pit
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