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6000 miles from Gainesville to Cali. Open road with a rocking my soul. |
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I'm here to get it, I won't quit it till I'm rolling up to my door. |
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Got some good times, 10 cylinders that fire and a woman at the end of the road, |
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chasing down a dream, running hard and clean with a worn out old radio. |
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I'm gonna lay my head on the chest I know. |
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We're gonna find that Yuba river shore. |
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Yea we'll wash these miles off us soon. |
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For now stay between the lines and wish on the moon |
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and sing along strong to a highway tune, |
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wrestle my eyes, my mind and my heart for you. |
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Sticking to my guns, rolling up the miles, |
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running down, chasing the sun. I'm here to get it. |
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I won't quit till I'm walking up with the one girl of my dreams, |
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go me in between the seams, got me right, right ready to show all of my cards, |
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all of my wrongs, all of myself and more. |
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I'm gonna lay my head on the chest I know. |
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We're gonna find that Yuba river shore. |
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Yea we'll wash these miles off us soon. |
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For now stay between the lines and wish on the moon |
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and sing along strong to a highway tune, |
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wrestle my eyes, my mind and my heart for you. |
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Take my hand, take my whole life too. |
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I haven't bought no ticket, haven't sold my soul for the one way lonesome road. |
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I'm gonna lay my head on the chest I know. |
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We're gonna find that Yuba river shore. |
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Yea we'll wash these miles off us soon. |
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For now stay between the lines and wish on the moon |
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and sing along strong to a highway tune. |
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I'll wrestle my eyes, my mind and my heart for you. |
