LYRIC FOR SALE

By Lamontt Cottrell

I don't want you around no more.

I'm not gonna worry anymore.
No I ain't gonna let you hang around no more.
You gotta hit the road girl.
I'll give you a tank of gas and a car.
I'm sick of you now.

Time to get out now.
Time to get your journey on.
They say life's a highway.
You need to find that out.
Be it route 66 or a railroad track.
Please be on your way.
No, you can't stay with Ms.
Girl, I got to be free.
I've just got to be me.

Now don't be angry, don't be sad.
It's just the things are.

Take a boat, take a plane.
To me it's all the same.
Just get on your way.
Do it now.
I have nothing more to say.

Because do or die.
You have to get outta my way.

Yes get going babe.

Bye, bye, bye.