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Battin-Fowley |
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Tucson is the place I used to sing my songs |
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Leavin' in a hurry, I'm already gone |
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Small towns sleep as I ride my jeep across the silver sands |
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Searching for the holy land, I'll be a ramblin' man. |
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Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night |
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Big wheels, we feel really good tonight. |
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Las Vegas is not a place I want to stay |
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A city's wile will cramp my style, all my years and days |
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A cold world's dark as I ride so far across the western plains |
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Searching for the holy land, I'm just a happy man. |
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Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night |
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Big wheels, we feel really good tonight. |
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Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night |
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Big wheels, we feel really good tonight. |
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A-cruisin' down a sunset strip would take away the time |
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Then there's magic mountains all around us that I want to climb |
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And people always ask me what I'm searchin' for across the turquoise sky |
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Searching for the holy land, I'm gonna find it when we try. |
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Come on, big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night |
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Big wheels, we feel really good tonight. |
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Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night |
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Big wheels, we feel really good tonight. |
