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There were twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us |
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Drivin' out to |
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California in a bus |
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We were looking for a good time |
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And a radio station we could trust. |
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Suddenly we heard an angry thud |
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And our mighty chariot turned into a dud |
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We were stopped there in our tracks, man |
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Adjacent to some cows chewing their cud. |
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Lord, please send some mercy down to me.50 miles south of |
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Bowling Green... |
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This will clearly never be my scene. |
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Why does every city start with ' |
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C'?There's only one sure thing that |
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I know:I've got to get out of |
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Ohio!'Til then |
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I'll never feel love. |
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They say that what you give is what you're gonna get |
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It's no wonder everything's gone to shit. |
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Because they've given us |
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John Boehner, |
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You better believe they've given us |
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Jean Schmidt! |
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And the floodgates of hell have opened wide |
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It's better to get all politics aside. |
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They're gonna roll out |
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Joe the Plumber |
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Just to make sure our minds get properly fried. |
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Lord, be merciful and let me die.50 miles south of |
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Lodi.Round on both ends and the middle's high. |
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What's so great about a buckeye? |
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Whose might is riptide and undertow |
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There's no escaping from |
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Ohio.I'll never get to feel love. |
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Hey!The walls they are closing in, |
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But I'm just inside of |
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Michigan.The only way that |
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I'll obtain ya, |
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Is if I get over to |
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Pennsylvania. |
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Except for |
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TV, V, and |
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DEVONothing seems to redeem |
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Ohio.It is the state that killed my love. |
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Hey!Don't you want to come with me |
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Hey!And make a break for |
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KentuckyHey! |
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I still got something to put in ya |
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Hey!But we'll have to go to |
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West Virginia. |
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And I've heard great things about |
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Indiana, too. |