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I can make good time on the bottom |
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Where the old rocky river runs clear |
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But I got to slow down on the switchbacks |
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You know there's ice on the road up here |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool your jets awhile |
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I come down here to Atlanta |
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Where the bright lights shine |
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I saw a thousand people in a quarter mile |
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Ain't one of them a friend of mine |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool your jets awhile |
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I pressed my ear to the dashboard |
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To hear the ocean roar |
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I swore I heard a mermaid singing |
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Why don't you love me like you did before? |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool your jets awhile |
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Cool 'em on down |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool your jets awhile |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool |
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Mama, cool your jets awhile |
