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Monday morning six a.m. |
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Gonna be a hot one again |
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Put some coffee in my cup |
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Get in my Chevy and saddle up |
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And I roll, roll |
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Got another thousand miles to go |
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And I roll, roll |
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Driving down this old four-lane road |
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I can taste your kisses, see your face |
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And the faster I go, the longer it takes |
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And this lonely heart is a heavy load |
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And it's slowing me down |
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And there ain't no short way home |
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Make a stop for gasoline |
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Ain't got time to wash the window clean |
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Burning highway, burning tires |
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Burning oil and burning desire |
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And I roll, roll |
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Got another thousand miles to go |
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And I roll, roll |
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Driving down this old four-lane road |
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I can taste your kisses, see your face |
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And the faster I go, the longer it takes |
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And this lonely heart is a heavy load |
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And it's slowing me down |
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And there ain't no short way home |
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And I roll, roll |
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Got another thousand miles to go |
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And I roll, roll |
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Driving down this old four-lane road |
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I can taste your kisses, see your face |
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And the faster I go, the longer it takes |
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And this lonely heart is a heavy load |
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And it's slowing me down |
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And there ain't no short way home |