The jukebox jumps
In the dreams of
Mr Rock and Roll
Troubles are packed away
A double whisky
Hides in my nerve canal
A foot taps
The barmaid smiles
And I’d walk a million miles
When I own the beat
I put it in my pocket
Like a pile of folded dollars
So when I’m on the road
It sings inside
Again
English: ‘Buckle Up Next Million Miles’ Pennsylvania road sign (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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