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[Over the journal, you hear the sudden strum of a guitar]
I WAS TOTIN' MY PACK ALONG THE LONG DUSTY WINNEMUCCA ROAD,
WHEN ALONG CAME A SEMI WITH A HIGH AN' CANVAS-COVERED LOAD.
"IF YOU'RE GOIN' TO WINNEMUCCA, MACK, WITH ME YOU CAN RIDE."
AND SO I CLIMBED INTO THE CAB AND I SETTLED DOWN INSIDE.
HE ASKED ME IF I'D SEEN A ROAD WITH SO MUCH DUST AND SAND
AND I SAID, "LISTEN, I'VE TRAVELED EVERY ROAD IN THIS HERE LAND!" ♫
I WAS TOTIN' MY PACK ALONG THE LONG DUSTY WINNEMUCCA ROAD,
WHEN ALONG CAME A SEMI WITH A HIGH AN' CANVAS-COVERED LOAD.
"IF YOU'RE GOIN' TO WINNEMUCCA, MACK, WITH ME YOU CAN RIDE."
AND SO I CLIMBED INTO THE CAB AND I SETTLED DOWN INSIDE.
HE ASKED ME IF I'D SEEN A ROAD WITH SO MUCH DUST AND SAND
AND I SAID, "LISTEN, I'VE TRAVELED EVERY ROAD IN THIS HERE LAND!" ♫