Jeff Davis was an old county line to my daddy [?] More like the one that could not see beyond Yeah to me that farm was just a jail And the hit 16 I bailed Took off the Georgia dust And I was gone To the wild unknown Where no light to guide me shown And the wheels had ideas of their own He based the ride at a Joplin pawnshop [?] And a hardcore band somewhere round Santa Fe A club to wreck and a town to burn Not a cent to waste or rock and turn In days like those you got to throw away [Chorus] Wired to the wheel and bound to no one Fire up the engine now the fence is gone Free thats about the blacktop the back route Theres always a way out where theres a road Where theres a road That Portland week I cant seem to remember Those Houston nights just wont quit my mind Yeah check it 7 doors at 10 Better rooms just up the bend And 1000 more left somewhere behind [Chorus] Wired to the wheel and bound to no one Fire up the engine now the fence is gone Free thats about the blacktop the back route Theres always a way out where theres a road Where theres a road To the last free man Aint no mystery can stand When your keys right there in your hand So baby please dont make this any harder This tramp you lost is sure no cause to cry No flesh and blood could buy my hand You can ask a sad old Georgia man Since I been gone Its been one long goodbye [Chorus] Wired to the wheel and bound to no one Fire up the engine now the fence is gone Free thats about the blacktop the back route Theres always a way out where theres a road Where theres a road [Chorus] Wired to the wheel and bound to no one Fire up the engine now the fence is gone Free thats about the blacktop the back route Theres always a way out where theres a road Where theres a road
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