Livin on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath as hard as kerosene
You weren't your momma's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams
photos by me and my friends who shared the driver seat.
Thanks for the good times, smiles and a whole lot of miles......
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