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aka The Hot Rod Poet. |
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Since who knows when? My hair was dark and thick and my beard was light and thin and now I'm old grisle'd, grizled and gray So different from that first riding and driving day and now it's not abot where I want to go that I dream It's about ... I'm thinking more ... about Where it is I have been But still the mile and the dreams roll on and I'll keep rolling and dreaming 'Till all my hair and tire tread are gone and when it comes my time For me to leave for that ... other side I think I'll take my ride for the drive |
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