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Yeah up on the cap rock me and my baby ride |
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We're goin' a hundred miles an hour |
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Cause this ol' Ford can still fly |
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Got four roses in a sack and we ain't lookin' back tonight |
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Some top forty shorty's singin' on the radio and there's |
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Cotton fields forever on both sides of the road |
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It's still a flatland boogie but where did the Wolfman go |
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Chorus |
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Old photographs turn yellow times they come and go |
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We can still do the boogie from the high plains to Mexico |
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Some old angel from Amarillo must be helping us |
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Hold it on the road |
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Well moon lights falling look at that caliche glow |
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And a coyotes howling he doesn't know that he's too old |
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Headlights are shinin' on all we ever need to know |
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Across the llano estacado baby's still by my side |
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Got no reason to stop and there ain't no place to hide |
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You wanna flatland boogie better flat out and come to ride |
