
Cars whooshing by
Gas fumes fill the air
I move without a care
Under the blue blue sky
🛣️
Going from town to town
Making my way alone
I have much I need to atone
I won’t be brought down
🛣️
Most say I’m seeking
No one knows the truth
I can’t stand still, in sooth
Little need for a would-be king
🛣️
My boots were made for walking
Created for one foot in front of the other
Never needing to walk with another
I was never one for talking
👢
I left my worries behind
I carry sunshine in my pocket
My lover’s picture in my locket
In my boot is the steel blade you’ll find
🌞
I travel these byways
Both by day and night
I’m not one to take fright
I’m pretty set in my ways
🛣️
Bypassing the cities
Leaving the interstates
Preferring smaller states
Always singing ditties
🛣️
Don’t bother stopping
I don’t want a ride
In the weather, I’ll bide
I enjoy it even when it's sopping
🛣️
I’m the Queen
Atoning my ways
Walking these roadways
My courtroom is an ever-changing scene

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