A yellow moon hung low in the sky The snake will crawl, the raven fly And guilty hands will grip the wheel Keep on the road, no skid or peel And then I drove right down the road I saw myself in a cloud of dust I wanna drive, I wanna drive With a trunkload of sin I don't know the mess I'm in The mess I'm in
I wanna fly high in the sky Look right into the red bird's eye I'm goin' east, I'm flyin' west North and south c cyou take the test In a rear view mirror c ccheck for « red and tin » I don't know the mess I'm in The mess I'm in
I got a trunkload a' trash and tar And I've been drivin' down that road Back towards diamond bar Diamond bar... Diamond bar... Diamond bar...
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