10-East In the Morning
by Bobby Mitchell
 

Throw all my junk in the back of the trunk
I'm moving away from this ol place
Got everything packed up in my two-tone
    Chevrolet
I'm sick of running in this tired rat-race

I'm getting outta this middle of nowhere town
And gonna go somewhere at the end of that road
I ain't lookin to find no pot of gold
Just gotta get out on my own

I'll make plenty of miles if the weather holds on
Even if the wipers don't work
I don't know where I'm goin but I'll know once I
    get there
Which should be sometime after dark

If it ain't the place I know I oughtta be
I'll be gone come morning even before you can
    count to three
I'll be on that road too
Like a million other April fools

I'll have yesterday in my rear-view
And the future will be in my windshield
And fate will be on the highway
Just waitin to be unsealed.

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