Kickin’ as I’m tryin’ to sleep
I got the mud beneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubber band
Gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don’t care, yeah but I don’t care)
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
Trippin’ as I’m thinkin’
‘Bout a boy, his name was Sue
He’s a man, he’s man
Crackerman, crackerman, he’s a woman too
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don’t care, yeah but I don’t care)
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don’t care, yeah but I don’t care)
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
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