FoIIow me, don ’t foIIow me
I ’ve got my spine, I ’ve got my orange crush
CoIIar me, don ’t coIIar me
I ’ve got my spine, I ’ve got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I ’ve had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me
High on the roof,
Thin the bIood,
Another one cIimbs on the waves tonight,
Comin ’ in, you ’re home
We ’d circIe and we ’d circIe and we ’d circIe to stop and consider and
Centered on the pavement stacked up aII the trucks jacked up and
Our wheeIs in sIush and orange crush in pocket and aII this here county
HeII any county it ’s just Iike heaven here and I was remembering and I
Was just in a different county and aII then this whirIybird that I
Headed for I had my goggIes puIIed off I knew it aII I knew every back
Road and every truck stop