Baby what'd you say we just get lost
Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause
I've got people in Boston aint your daddy still in the morn
We can pack up tomorrow tonight lets flip a coin
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Heads Carolina, tails California
Somewhere greener somewhere warmer
Up in the mountains down by the ocean
Where it don't matter as long as we're going somewhere together
I've got a quarter heads Carolina, tails California
We can don what we own in the back of a Utah van
Couple modern day Moses, searching for the Promised Land
We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas
We can drive for a day, and then we'll take a look at the map
(Chorus)
We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a greyhound bus
We're bound to out run the bad luck that’s trailing us
(Chorus fades into end
