Grant-Lee Phillips - Loaded Gun

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Plymouth Satellite a' flyin'
Near the speed a' sound
Got the windows down
And the wheels a' risin'
Clean up off the ground
Flood lights from the jailhouse shining
‘Cross the mustard fields
Some a' them boys I used to run with
Some a' them are in there still
Flyin' down the back roads
Like the last and only one
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun
Don’t know what I’m runnin' from
Not sure where I’m goin'
Just seems like the world around me’s
Moving awful slow
So you drink it down
And you go devour everything you touch
My tank down on empty
Got no time though to fill it up
Flyin' down the back roads
Like the last and only one
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun
Huck Finn in a Plymouth flying
Near the speed a' light
Two-lane highway to myself
There’s nothin' like a summer night
When you’re still a kid
But things ya did
You’re lucky just to be alive
Flyin' down the back roads
Like the last and only one
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun
Flyin' down the back roads
In a race I never won
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun