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I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all bled
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm gonna get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

his trucker's atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I did lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida

I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
Gonna get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida
I'm going to Colorado   To unload my head   I'm going to New York City   And that's in New York, friends   I'm going to Arizona   Sex on the rocks all warm and red   And we all bled   I'm going up to Alaska   I'm gonna get off scot-fucking-free   And we all did      his trucker's atlas roads the ways   The freeways and highways don't know   The buzz from the bird on my dash   Road locomotive phone      I don't feel and it feels great   I sold my atlas by the freight stairs   I did lines and I crossed roads   I crossed the lines of all the great state roads   I'm going up   over to Montana   You got yourself a trucker's atlas   You knew you were all hot   Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket   Start at the northwest corner   Go down through California   Beeline, you might drive three days   And three nights to the tip of Florida      I'm going to Colorado   To unload my head   I'm going to New York City   And that's in New York, friends   I'm going up to Alaska   Gonna get off scot-fucking-free   And we all did   I'm going up   Going over to Montana   You got yourself a trucker's atlas   You knew you were all hot, well   Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket   Start at the northwest corner   Go down through California   Beeline, you might drive three days   And three nights to the tip of Florida