I wish I had the police on trail ...
Driving on gravel roads where there is' no.
hide in the bushes of some field ...
And I can do to catch a cop as Rosco ...
riscappare .. then .......
be free to make up my engine,
have an accomplice as Uncle Jesse ...
pick up an old white beard
cap and blue jeans ......
Touch the sky with my General Lee,
doing jumps like those of American films ...
I would like to dream when I was little ...
big tires in the dust and put the skids .... blue or green plaid shirt,
and cowboy hat,
run throughout the county to throttle non-stop. .....
feel the hot air of August,
the scent of my engine and oil ......
Running between large oak trees,
doing the slalom between rivers and ravines ...
... entering cent'allora in puddles ...
and not caring for Boss Hog of ivory-white Cadillac.
... and if there 'something wrong ...
There 's always Cooter to fix things ...
a Daisy ... or waiting for you ....
Harleysta .... luckily I am a ...
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