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''The sun shines on the darling downs
black tar and black ground
My wheels keep going round
Thinking about the love I've never found
Got a guitar that I cannot play
Got greasy long hair and nothing to say
Ra raas want to beat me up
I haven't got a clue, so I just act tough

Misfit on the road again
Going home and coming back again

And they're all getting round in their Woomera hats
I haven't figured out that that is where its at
Thomas Cook boots and platted belts
The need to fit in is something I never felt
Drinking rum and coke for the first time
Can't handle the grog and getting out of line
So I get on my bike and escape into the night
Don't come back until it is daylight

Misfit on the road again
Out into the night until the daylight brings me back again

Going alone to a Steve Earle concert
on my brothers bike in his leather jacket
Surrounded by bikies on my little Honda
Just hoping I might live a little longer
Getting up front and singing along
Steve keeps a going, skinny, pale and white
Pretty girl looks at me
but I'm too shy to do anything

Misft on the road again
Am I the Other Kind; I don't understand'

- Jason Ellis