Old Hoboes From Farmersville

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Forward motion is our potion.
And raw emotion is our notion.
We can see past the road.
Looks dark, looks wild, needs to be mowed.

Four way stop, damn it's hot.
Legs are shot, it's all we got.
Birds they chirp, snakes they hiss.
Sound tired, sound mad, hungry and pissed.

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8 mile crossing on the Chapparal Trail.
Just past Merit we rode like hell.
Found our stride, gave it our best.
Headed back for an afternoon rest.

Let's go, let's roll, kick it in gear.
Just follow Joe, he's iced some beers.
Chase him down, keep the pace.
Feel strong, King Kong, your biking face.

Be on caution for heat exhaustion.
8 mile crossing on the way to New Boston.
Railroad tracks used to go through here.
Old echoes, old hoboes from Farmersville.

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