"Came across a pretty girl,
For about a month she was my world,
And I held her hand, and swore we’d never part.
I moved on, she stayed behind,
I said I’d call, she said she’d write,
We lost touch the moment I drove off.
I left town like a gambler with,
The sense of cashin’ all the chips,
Before I lost them all on a bad deal.
I made believe I was in a race,
Drove ten thousand miles in seven days,
While writing a book called “Being A Free Man”.”
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