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I lost my mind in Detroit
Went crazy in Illinois
Chicago left me broken, broke, hungover and annoyed
Los Angeles was good to me
I made a lot of people rich
Shoulda killed 'em all when I had the chance
Sometimes life's such a bitch
I'm just going where the wind blows
I'm rolling down all my windows
Growing out my hair and wearing out my Wrangler jeans
I don't care what the mob says
I keep rolling down the only road I know
It's called my own
And I'm doing it all alone
A bullet costs a quarter
And a lawyer's got his fees
A wise man told me once the finest things in life are free
But I don't know if freedom is all it's been cracked out to be
It seems to me captivity might be worth my sanity
I'm just going where the wind blows
I'm rolling down all my windows
Growing out my hair and wearing out my Wrangler jeans
I don't care what the mob says
I keep rolling down the only road I know
It's called my own
And I'm doing it all alone