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I've got the radio blastin', I've got the windows rolled down |
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And I'm cruisin' these backroads on the outskirts of town |
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I can feel the wind a-blowin', hear the big engines whine |
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When I'm cruisin' these backroads, all my troubles are behind |
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Well, when I woke up this morning, well, I took me a look outside |
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It was plain to see it was one of those days tailor-made for taking a ride |
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So I went downstairs and cleared my head with coffee and cigarettes |
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And when it hit me right there, then my mind was set |
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Well, I phoned work and told 'em they're going to be a man short today |
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I got the sunny day blues, there's only one thing that's gonna make them go away |
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So I went out and I climbed into my big ol' Chevrolet |
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And with a turn of the key and a cloud of dust, I was on my way |
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I've got the radio blastin', I've got the windows rolled down |
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And I'm cruisin' these backroads on the outskirts of town |
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I can feel the wind a-blowin', hear the big engines whine |
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When I'm cruisin' these backroads, all my troubles are behind |
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Well, maybe I did maybe I didn't go and lose my job today |
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But you can take my cares, take my worries and blow them all away |
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For there comes a time in any man's life when he's got to break free |
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I got four good wheels and an endless road stretched out in front of me |
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I've got the radio blastin', I've got the windows rolled down |
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And I'm cruisin' these backroads on the outskirts of town |
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I can feel the wind a-blowin', hear the big engines whine |
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When I'm cruisin' these backroads, all my troubles are behind |
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I've got the radio blastin', I've got the windows rolled down |
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And I'm cruisin' these backroads on the outskirts of town |
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I can feel the wind a-blowin', hear the big engines whine |
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When I'm cruisin' these backroads, all my troubles are behind |