By DARRYL WORLEY
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I was flyin' down the highway
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weavin' in and out of traffic
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I was racin' time.
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An old man pulled out in front of me
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and I went crazy as can be...
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I lost my mind.
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I blew my horn 'till I got close enough to see
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what was on his car tag sure convicted me.
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(Chorus)
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POW 369, I should salute you
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from this heart of mine.
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Thank you for placing your life
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on the line for me.....
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I'm free!
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I pray that the rest of your journey
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is be a peaceful one,
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and may you take your own sweet time.
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Mr. POW 369.
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The things we take for granted
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in this life we lead are tragic...
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we should be ashamed.
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He left his home and family,
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cast his fate across the sea
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would we do the same??
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Well I sure bet he's got some
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stories he could tell
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Ain't that many ever
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made it back from hell
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(Chorus)
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POW 369, I should salute you
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from this heart of mine.
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Thank you for laying your life
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on the line for me.....
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I'm free!
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I pray that the rest of your journey
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is be a peaceful one,
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and may you take your own sweet time.
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Mr. POW 369.
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Let me thank you
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one more time...
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Mr. POW 369
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P.O.W. 369
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| Doug Stone |
