Well I was born on the side of the road, A gap in the hedge, Did you hear what I said? Born in a house with no slates, But I wouldn't switch, I didn't have a stitch, Always been out on a limb, I've been hard to mend, Like a kick in the shin. You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Born on the green light, A mission to move, Something to prove, An itch in my shoes, I heard then wail of a train, From a burnin' stack, And I jumped on the back, Well the engineer threw the switch, And it got to my brain, I've never been the same.
You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Gotta make tracks, Gotta raise the dust, Grease my heels, Out race the bus, Don't blink your eyes, You won't see me again.
Born a spoke of the wheel, Not a part of the set, And I'm running yet, I ran before I could walk, The price of the fare, Was hardly ever there, I saw an eight wheeler move, And I couldn't choose, I just had to cruise.
You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Well I was born on the side of the road, A gap in the hedge, Did you hear what I said, Born in a house with no slates, But I wouldn't switch, I didn't have a stitch, I've always been out on a limb, I've been hard to mend, Like a kick in the shin.
You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Gotta make tracks, Gotta raise the dust, Grease my heels, Out race the bus, Don't blink your eyes, Or you won't see me again.
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Born on the green light, A mission to move, Something to prove, An itch in my shoes, I heard then wail of a train, From a burnin' stack, And I jumped on the back, Well the engineer threw the switch, And it got to my brain, I've never been the same.
You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Gotta make tracks, Gotta raise the dust, Grease my heels, Out race the bus, Don't blink your eyes, You won't see me again.
Born a spoke of the wheel, Not a part of the set, And I'm running yet, I ran before I could walk, The price of the fare, Was hardly ever there, I saw an eight wheeler move, And I couldn't choose, I just had to cruise.
You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Well I was born on the side of the road, A gap in the hedge, Did you hear what I said, Born in a house with no slates, But I wouldn't switch, I didn't have a stitch, I've always been out on a limb, I've been hard to mend, Like a kick in the shin.
You'll only see me smile, When I eat up a country mile.
Gotta make tracks, Gotta raise the dust, Grease my heels, Out race the bus, Don't blink your eyes, Or you won't see me again.
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