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Georgie on the Freeways - Tom Paxton
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Georgie on the Freeways Tom Paxton

Georgie on the Freeways - Tom Paxton
The summer sun was beating down
Oh pity would it show
George Chester's office air conditioner
Would no longer go
As pools of sweat rolled off his brow
He had one reverie
He saw himself with his wife and kids
In his cottage by the sea
He paid for his car at the parking lot
Which gave the poor man chills
The attendant laughed and walked away
Thumbing a roll of bills
He started his engine with trembling hands
At the end of a long, hard day
And placing himself in the hands of God
He drove to the long freeway
The traffic stretched far as the eye can see
As bumper to bumper they sped
They drove at supernatural speeds
Which filled his heart with dread
Sometimes they stopped for an hour or more
And a thousand horns would blow
George Chester's eyes rolled back in his head
And his poor brain started to go
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