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Truckers Atlas
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I'm going to Colorado
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to unload my head
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I'm going to New York City
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and that's in New York,friends
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I'm going to Arizona
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sex on the rocks all warm and red
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and we bled
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and the writing in stall said
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"we write our maps in the stalls"
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I'm going up to Alaska
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I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
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and we all did
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This truckers atlas roads the ways
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the freeways and highways don't know
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The buzz from the bird on my dash
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Road locomotive phone
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I don't feel and it feels great
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I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
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I do lines and I crossed roads
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I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
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I'm going up
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going over to Montana
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You got yourself a trucker's atlas
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You knew you were all hot, well
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Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
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Start at the northwest corner
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Go down through California
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beeline you might drive three days
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and three nights to the tip of Florida
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Do you speak the lingo?
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Oh No. No no
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How far does your road?
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Oh no, you don't know
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I'm going to Colorado
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to unload my head
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I'm going to New York City
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and that's in New York, friends
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I'm going up to Alaska
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I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
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And we all did
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And the writing in the salt syas
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We ride on out to the stars
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I'm going to Arizona
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Sex on the rocks all warm and red
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