Did he ever think that he would be famous one day,
Backtracking his way through his breakneck of the woods?
He had everything attached to his name like a knapsack
His worth clung to what he knew on the spelling test
But the results were positive
Sure as the water in the Ohio River
His friends, never hit or miss
Sure as the lager in his father's liver
Copy and paste, no time to waste
Years paved into the gray sidewalk
Holding him back, mouths open
A chip off of the old road block
Never saw it coming
He never saw it
Never saw it coming
He never saw it
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