Poetry By Chuck

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I don't own nothin'
cept an empty bank account
and my pride

I have no possessions
cept my old bike
and my heart

I don let nothin'
control me
cept my self control

and I'm thinkin'....

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I'm thinkin'
Quite out of control
I'm thinkin'
I need more soul

I'm thinkin'
There's a problem
a toll
I'm thinkin'
its a toll road

I'm thinkin'
Quite out of control

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There's a hole in me jeans
and my hat is cowboy
A hole in me jeans
and I don' give a damn

There ain't no woman
at my side
No one
to warm my insides

and I'm  thinkin'.....

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I'm thinkin'
There's a problem
a toll
I'm thinkin'
its a toll road

I'm thinkin'
it's quite out of control
I'm thinkin'
I must be bold

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One boot fits
ta other is wrong
one boot fits
but my arm is strong

Make my livin'
ropin' and ride
make my livin'
pride at me side

and I'm thinkin'....

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I'm thinkin'
I'm QUITE out of control
I'm thinkin'
I'M QUITE OUT OF CONTROL!!

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and I'm  thinkin'.....

Theres a night out there
and a knight from in here
one that cares

Grizzled and broke
bald tires and broken spokes
and I'm not afraid

...of the road.

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I'm thinkin'
There's a problem
a toll
I'm thinkin'
its a toll road

I'm thinkin'
it's quite out of control
I'm thinkin'
I must be bold

..on the road..
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I'm thinkin'....

You better run
I'm thinkin'
and it ain't much fun

A chaw or two
broken chair all askew
Boots of leather rot
a pair not..

I've lost loved ones
who never know
how much I loved them

I ain't much
on talk
I watch my walk


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I'm thinkin'
There's a problem
a road
I'm thinkin'
its an old road

I'm thinkin'
it's quite out of control
I'm thinkin'
I must be .....

...out of control

 

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