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Jack Kerouac used the brake,
lights sought their way through 60′s fog…
Like a Dylan song,
the Rambler rolled on…
Radio intercepting static,
late night roadtrip,
Hank Williams fanatic…
Tires the 25th set,
leading on the new route,
faded paint and stubbed cigarettes…
Bursting with life, roof rack,
living the road, everything in the pack…
Rambler bring me home,
Rambler leave me a lone,
Find that climbing lady,
Rambler, Rambler, Suzy Sambler, set me f r e e …
Jack Kerouac used the brake,
lights sought their way through 60′s fog…
Like a Dylan song,
the Rambler rolled on…
Radio intercepting static,
late night roadtrip,
Hank Williams fanatic…
Tires the 25th set,
leading on the new route,
faded paint and stubbed cigarettes…
Bursting with life, roof rack,
living the road, everything in the pack…
Rambler bring me home,
Rambler leave me a lone,
Find that climbing lady,
Rambler, Rambler, Suzy Sambler, set me f r e e …