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(sunny russ/stephony smith) |
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He wears a harley jacket and a kiss me smile. |
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Through his steel blue eyes i can see for miles. |
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He digs big band music and the rolling stones. |
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But we listen country when were all alone. |
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'cause it makes me crazy. |
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It drives me wild. |
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I like my lovin' country style. |
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Well, were listenin' to the radio. |
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Flyin' down the highway. |
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Feelin' like outlaws. |
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Wind's goin our way. |
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Sittin' right beside him. |
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Hell-bent, holdin' on. |
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Flippin' through the stations. |
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Lookin' for a fast song. |
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Singin' along with the ones we know. |
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Listenin' to the radio. |
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Well, we stop for gas, but not for long. |
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'cause that philco radio keeps us movin' along. |
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He floors that '66 mustang, rag top 289. |
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While i blow him kisses from the passenger side. |
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'cause it makes him crazy. |
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It drives him wild. |
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He likes his lovin' country style |
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Well, were listenin' to the radio. |
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Flyin' down the highway. |
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Feelin' like outlaws. |
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Wind's goin our way. |
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Sittin' right beside him. |
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Hell-bent, holdin' on. |
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Flippin' through the stations. |
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Lookin' for a fast song. |
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Singin' along with the ones we know. |
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Listenin' to the radio. |
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I slide on over when the song slows down. |
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I give him all my love to throw his arms around. |
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We're so in love we never touch the ground. |
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Blastin' through the wind in a wall of sound. |
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Well, were listenin' to the radio. |
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Flyin' down the highway. |
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Feelin' like outlaws. |
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Wind's goin our way. |
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Sittin' right beside him. |
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Hell-bent, holdin' on. |
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Flippin' through the stations. |
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Lookin' for a fast song. |
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Singin' along with the ones we know. |
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Listenin' to the radio. |
