Texty: Grand Funk Railroad. We're An American Band. Stop Lookin' Back.

Stuck in the county jail,
Nobody here gonna' pay my bail.
Thirty days with a smelly drunk,
A turn-key callin' me a dirty punk.
I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin' back.
And I've got to move straight ahead, stop lookin' back.

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Shoot for the stars when my eyes can't see the starlight.
Reach for the sun in the night.
Stop lookin' back at the times I was defeated,
I pick myself up, I move straight ahead, I stop lookin' back.

Stranded! Nothing worse.
I'm livin' on coffee, I got an empty purse.
I'm dreamin' 'bout blue eyes lookin' my way,
Hopin' my dreams don't blow away.
I got to pick myself up, and stop lookin' back.
And I've got to move straight ahead, stop lookin' back.

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