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(John Hiatt) |
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I didn't say we wouldn't hurt anyone |
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That's how you learn, you just get burned |
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But, we don't have to feel like dirt anymore |
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Though love's not earned baby, it's our turn |
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We were always looking for true north |
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With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course |
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I left the motor running |
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Now, if you're feeling down and out |
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Chorus |
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Come on baby, drive south |
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With the one you love |
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Come on baby, drive south |
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With the one you love |
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I'm not talkin' 'bout retreatin', not this girl |
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Gonna take our stand, in this Chevy van |
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Windows open on the rest of the world |
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Holdin' hands on the way to Dixieland |
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We've been tryin' to turn our lives around |
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Since we were little kids |
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It's been wearin' us down |
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Don't turn away now, darlin' |
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Let's fire it up and wind it out |
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Chorus |
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I heard your mama callin', I think she was stallin' |
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Don't know who she was talkin' to baby, me and you |
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We could go down with a smile on |
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I ain't gonna pack my nylons, |
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Got to leave our legs showin' |
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It gets hot where we're goin' |
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We were always looking for true north |
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With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course |
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I left the motor running |
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Now, if you're feeling down and out |
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Chorus |
