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I, the engine pulling us along Will burn the fuel until it's gone. These piston rings go bad and smoke pours out Still, I will get around.
By Dearl Tucker5 years ago in Poets
Rail came off in my hand And the wooden wheels are starting to flex Sometimes, it feels so bad... But I'm on the Wagon Again.
You’ve got fragile pockets, they couldn’t hold a penny. Put your money in them and you’re broke, instantly. Seen you walking down