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I take life as it comes
'Cause I can't take care of business
The devil I had stung
But I left him down in Texas
You see, no one rides for free
But I don't ever let that bother me
Gonna hitch a ride and head out
On the road to nowhere
Gotta do it my way
Kick back and I'll be there, oh, yeah!
Gotta get on with a new religion
Heavenly high on a one-way mission
Kissin' the sky, yeah
Runnin' from the pack, yeah
Wanna get back in the blazin' saddle
Livin' it up and shake that rattle
Standin' on top
And runnin' from the pack, mmm, yeah
One, two, three four
Five or six days ago
I mosied on down to Memphis
It was crazy, don't you know
Everyone looked like Elvis
In search of Dixieland
I drove down to New Orleans
I guess walkin' on the water
Isn't what it used to be, no
Since everyone has a remote
For their TV, oh, yeah
Gotta get on with a new religion
Heaven and hell, that's one hot kitchen
Gotta keep on
And runnin' from the pack, yes, sir!
Sorry, mom, if I sound irreverent
But when Jesus comes, I'm sure expectin'
Him and me to go runnin' from the pack
Alright!
Been runnin' low on where to go
Since Reverend Jim's in jail, you know, yeah
Tammy, she's the whammy
Ain't nobody's, mammy, no, whoo-hoo, yeah
Come on, boys!
Gotta get on with a new religion
Heavenly high on a one-way mission
Kissin' the sky, yeah
Runnin' from the pack, oh...
I wanna get back in the blazin' saddle
Livin' it up and shake that rattle
Standin' on top
And runnin' from the pack
Whoa, yeah!
Gotta get on with a new religion
Heaven and hell, that's no fried chicken
Gotta keep on
And runnin' from the pack
One more time!
Gotta get on, gotta get on
Gotta get on, gotta get on
Gotta get on runnin' from the pack
Oh, yeah, take me, Lord