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It's early morning on I-19. I ain't got much for company, A pick-up truck, a brown Volvo, And a couple of jokers on the radio. I wish that it could stay like this, But soon I'll have to put up with The whole world and his Uncle Joe Cluttering up my freedom road. When I was a boy I'd fantasize About the freedom road. I'd drive A thousand miles before sundown, Father a child in every town. But a hundred thousand miles have passed Between me and iconoclastic images Of the freedom road. I wanna shed this heavy load. Well I've seen the power of the lightning storm, I've seen the endless ears of corn, I've seen the lakes at the break of day, And that shit takes my breath away. But if I were to even start SongtexteTo tell them how it melts my heart, Never more would my truck-stop friends Look me in the eye again. It's early morning on I-19, A dreamer's waking from his dream, A driver who has lost his way Parks up his rig and walks away. Aus Songtexte Mania