Going to pack up my bike
And I am going to ride,
Down the roads of Oregon
On their sunny sides.
I've got my food stamps,
And I am ready to go
My insulin is free,
From the drug company
In this situation I'll freeload.
I'm afraid of what could happen,
And I'm ashamed of being down.
I'll keep a journal of each day
As I stop in every little town.
And who knows who I might become.
I've got creative ways.
I'll think of my adventures,
Then I will write a book and have my say.
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