From New York City to Pittsburgh,
Across NJ & Pennsylvania daily,
To deliver coke, meth & pot,
Never got caught, a crazy life then,
Slept most nights on an old beat up cot…
Drove the car above,
With her I was verily in love,
She did fit me like the proverbial glove,
Till one day in the snow I did hit a tree,
Then I had to, fully loaded, over a cliff her shove…
She was dark blue & black,
No cop was able to catch her, enough go they did lack,
A GT 500 K/R model with twin fours,
Thankfully premium was really then premium,
None of this unleaded crap we use now,
Wish then I did that I could run her,
From the Atlantic to the Pacific shores…
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PS: Old Brother Edvard recently told me that you've also been a Stool Pigeon! (And I thought I knew my brothers pretty well.)
My brother had a 64 and 1/2 tang like that but not as dressed, blew the motor driving her from Vancouver to Halifax in like four days and though the body was perfect sold it for scrap for like 300
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