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Daily Driver

Crows dance expectantly on the wire.
It's gonna happen soon.
Big John's about to blow through.
As he does every night.
Full speed.
Burnin' up.
In the:
4 wheel
5 speed
crew cab
high octane
ninety nine
mother fuckin' truck
"Abandon hope all ye who cross here"
From babbling brook
to quiet meadow.
Big John goes by here on his way to work.
And he don't care
about your little possum family
or your little possum life
He's got to get to work
To clothe his darlin' wife.
Written by binalith
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