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It felt so fitting
As I crossed the state line
As the last chord rang out
And the tape started to unwind
As my knuckles on the wheel
Made a perfect gun-sight
And each car that fell there
I could vanish from the light
But God knows I wouldnt
I need all the company I can get
Even that redneck
In the red corvette
The highway takes
A toll on your soul
The odometer reads miles
Like time calling roll
In the broken road kill
Its there in their eyes
Was I put here
To be food for the flies
God knows if I wasnt
Its for the company I can get
Even that redneck
In the red corvette