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Listen to the motor |
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Getting louder as we go |
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One way or another |
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Gonna make it back home |
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Mountains to the water |
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Chewing up the scenery |
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Fog it only hovers |
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Or it blinds us on beams |
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This it what it does |
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Traveling the open road |
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Get here on the double |
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We'll make it right away |
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This is what it loves |
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Traveling the open road |
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Now she's talking dirty |
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I'll get there in a hurry and see |
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You don't have to worry |
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A secret little birdie told me |
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Keeping things in motion |
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Baby keep on running from me |
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The static on the radio |
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I'm picking up speed |
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Hear me out mama |
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I don't mean for you to weep |
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Back to you tomorrow |
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Now don't you lose sleep |
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This is what it does |
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Traveling the open road |
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Ooohhh, Ahh, |
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Ooohh Hey it's 9:30 |
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My vision's getting blurry to me |
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I'll get there in a hurry |
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But the police are following me |
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But keep it in perspective |
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And maybe come and visit for free |
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And I hear it on the interstate in |
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Nashville, |
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Tennessee |
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Hey, Hey, |
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Hey, Hey, |
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Hey, Hey, |
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Ooohh Keeping things in motion |
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Babe you're running from me |
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The static on the radio |
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I'm picking up speed |
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Hey, Hey, |
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Hey, Hey, |
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Hey, Hey, |
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Ooh, Oooh |
