RockyTopVol
2011 STANLEY CUP CHAMPS
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He slowed down and I finally got around him
On a big long hill just south of Tennessee
He had a box of Colonel Sanders on his dashboard
He was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' the bones on me
Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole
Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.
Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground