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State trooper thinks I drive too fast
Pulled me over to tell me so
I say out here on the prarie
Any speed is too slow
I miss Brooklyn, I miss my crew
Let's start over
I missed my cue
Guess I forgot
Who I was talking to
I should have recognized
That fierce look in his eyes
I've seen it in the mirror
So many times
He's going to put his two cents in
'cause he's got a gun
But I'm gonna put in three
'cause history owes me one
Guess I came out here to see some
Stuff for myself
I mean, why leave the telling
Up to everybody else?
This may be God's country
But this is my country too
Yeah move over Mr. Holiness
And let the little people through
Thank you for serving and protecting
The likes of me
Thank you for the ticket
Now can I leave?
You know I have left everywhere
That I have ever been
I don't really recommend it though
Not like anyone asked me
Maybe you and I
Will meet again someday
Yeah I've been known to come down this road
Maybe it is destiny
Then again, maybe not
I don't know
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