Well they call me the buzzard
18 wheels are rolling
And I'm from Nebraska
With a load of the swinging swinging swinging swinging
swinging swinging
Seven hours to Chicago
And a Pinto comes flying
There's no chance to miss them
And I say a prayer for the dying

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Well they call me the buzzard
And my wheels are astounding
Rolling on down the highway
I can say that I'm winning
But I'm losing life my way
You can call me the buzzard
The buzzard the buzzard the buzzard the buzzard the buzzard



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