I've got an old V - 8, from the year I was born
Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford
But the engine's clean, I could paint her some day
But most of the time, I think I like her this way
Don't turn no heads, don't catch no eye
I'm just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by
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Well I used to talk tough, and I used to get loud
Want to paint my name, all over this town
But folks lined up, just to dog my day
Now if I stay quiet, they stay out of my way
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I got a brand new plan, gonna help myself
'Cause it's the fat man's turn, gonna share the wealth
Put the money in the bag, and keep your hands in sight
Turn around, count to ten, I'll go back into the night
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Don't call for help, don't scream, don't cry
Just a wind on the road, gonna pass you by.