trucker_fiction

I'm leaving for a little while. I've been sitting on my ass here a week now, waiting on a mission. Everyone gets what they want. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. It was real choice too... and when it's over, I'll never want another. I think my situation could best be summed up in the following song:

I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you wanna go?
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you wanna go?
I'm goin' to some place where I've never been before.

I'm goin', I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Well, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine.
You can jump in the water and stay drunk all the time.


I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away.
All this fussin' and fightin', man you know I sure can't stay.

Now baby, packin' up the truck you know I got to leave today.
Just exacly where I'm goin' I can not say, but we might even leave the USA.
It's a brand-new game and I don't wanna play.


No use of you running or screaming and crying
But you got a home man, long as I got mine.

Gotta get goin', gotta get goin', gotta get goin', gotta get goin'.
Gotta get goin', well I'm goin', well I'm goin'...

*** see ya around.... ***