(jagger/richards)



I've got itchy fingers, i've got muddy feet

And my mind is wanderin' in the steamin' heat

My head is swimmin' full of dirty lies

I'm tired of spinnin' freaky alibis



I need open spaces to clear my head

Need a clearer view on the road ahead

Need to fill my tank, check the oil

Fix the air conditioner or i'm gonna boil



I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

To the edge of this-uh world



I've seen fire, disaster and hurricane

And sad eyed people and dirty dreams

And battered suit cases and cryin' kids

And resignation at how life is



And easy money and whinin' flow

And pretty pictures of sailin' boats

And double dealers who take it back

If he should mud yer daughter, throw 'im back



I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

To the edge of this-uh world



I'm goin' through a desert across a plain

To the lonely mountain full of cloud and rain

Gonna scream out loud at the risin' sun

Gonna ask for pleasure when my day is done

Yeah, baby, hear my prayin'



I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

I'm gonna drive

To the edge of this-uh world


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