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agent 23 - vagabond lyrics

(verse 1)
dig the snapshot, you in a black top
shoulder of the road and your shoulder is a lode
backpack, feel like jet pack when you carry that
life’s limitless as the road that you’re staring at
feeling like carowax/morrison
learning how to stretch bucks like accordions
fordians slips through the poetry of mind speaks
“you’re fine.” peaks, it appears like mountain peaks
when the fall clears, oiling hogs and gears
the time slips by your dog years
it’s a blur like coffee stirred
but your thoughts merge all you heard and seen
no routine. no money stacks
spontaneous. crazy as a lady with 20 cats
it’s funny that hitchhikеrs have an amazing
trip that can’t be fought through+a traveling, aging

(chorus)
tag along with thе vagabond, travel on
roads that turn sad songs into magic wands
where i hang my hat in my home
i hang my hat on my dome and bring home with me when i roam
there’s no magic like being nomadic
to k!ll the old habits and clear the soul static
i’d say it’s a fine day to migrate
highway calling out my name, so why wait?
(verse 2)
nothing man made the train track
the woods, mosquitoes getting some payback
it ain’t official till you hear the train whistle
then you run like a pistol shot trying to chase missiles
jump on a boxcar, vagabond rockstar
knowing that you’ll get chopped apart if you’re not smart
metal wheels got no remorse
you better know your force and hold your course
after five days the violence shakes your mind awakes
now you really know how to ride the snake
time escapes, metal melodies are lullabies
still him rock you to sleep on the holy ride
bonafide ghost towns that you rolling by
sometimes open wide when you go inside
beating grass roots folks off the beaten path
sometimes revelation makes sneak attacks

(chorus)
tag along with the vagabond, travel on
roads that turn sad songs into magic wands
where i hang my hat in my home
i hang my hat on my dome and bring home with me when i roam
there’s no magic like being nomadic
to k!ll the old habits and clear the soul static
i’d say it’s a fine day to migrate
highway calling out my name, so why wait?

- agent 23 lyrics

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