Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I wanna rock and roll this party
I still wanna have some fun
I wanna leave you feeling breathless
Show you how the west was won
But I gotta fly
But I gotta fly
Like Steve McQueen
All I need is a fast machine
I'm gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath you radar screen
You'll never catch me tonite
I ain't takin' shit of no one
Baby that was yesterday
I'm an American revel
Making my big getaway
Yeah you know it's time
I gotta fly
We go rockstars in the Whitehouse
All our popstars look like porn
All my heros hit the highway
They don't hang out here no more
You can call me anytime
You can page me all night long
But you won't catch this freebird
I'll already be long gone
Like Steve McQueen
All we need is a fast machine
And we're gonna make it all right
Writer(s): Sheryl Suzanne Crow, John Shanks
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