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Because of the prohibitive cost of hiring gear and airline baggage
fees, I often find myself meeting the band at the closest airport to our
gig with a car full of musical equipment. I’m so jealous when I wave
them off and know I have a 12 hour solo drive ahead of me. |
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© Piper / Buckley 2009
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Ribbon made of blacktop, up and down I
go.
Fuel is my only stop, deadline don’t you know?
I’m serving ninety-nine, doing highway time.
Cameras for your red lights, cameras for my speed.
Sober and not reckless, my pocketbook will bleed.
I’m serving ninety-nine, doing highway time.
Planes fly over my head, wishing that was me.
I have drawn the short straw once again, I see.
I’m serving ninety-nine, doing highway time.
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