Nation lotto Jane Doe

Thru a small window my baby waves good-bye
I'm leaving on a bus line in the sky.
Nobody knows the way I feel deep inside but me.
Engines roar and my wheels leave the ground,
She's just a speck in that town.
Across the mountains now, I'm southern bound.
Damn the man that made it so easy
To make a cut so quick, so clean,
Just take one step and not see your baby,
All on this flying machine.
Across the sky lightning strikes and rolls.
It's raining on some poor fool below,
And why I had to leave I guess I'll never know.
Just two hours and a thousand miles away

I'm gonna write a little letter,
gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

You know, my temperature's risin'
and the jukebox blows a fuse.
My heart's beatin' rhythm
and my soul keeps on singin' the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I'm rollin' arthiritis
sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.

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