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I saw the same old streets for far too long |
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I put the rubber on the road |
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I left it all behind |
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And now paid with memories |
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Those streets are long since gone |
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Rubber on the road & the blood inside. |
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And I've been around this land of opportunity |
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The road is hard and it don't offer up immunity |
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I've rode this country hard, from sea to shining sea |
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I've shared a dance with |
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Lady Liberty. |
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I broke down despite my prayers |
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Full tilt and half the way |
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The rubber on the road & the blood inside |
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But I ain't got far to go |
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I'll leave 'er where she lay |
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Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside. |
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Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to me |
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And It's bought a lot of souls and never has it set one free |
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I shed a couple tears but never did |
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I grieve I walked away and left the keys. |
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And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost |
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We'll roll down that |
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Western Coast |
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Fields of green |
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Valleys of wine |
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St. Theresa, don't you worry |
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We'll make it on time. |
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We're there before we know |
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Just watch this |
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Grey Ghost go |
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Steel on the tracks & the hammer down |
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Things used to move so slow |
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These days it's roll man roll |
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Steel on the tracks & the hammer down. |
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And it's bound to take its toll |
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Out runnin' wild and livin' free |
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And I've done some growing up |
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But I never lost the child in me |
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We're tossin' dice at things |
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That might not ever be |
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All just to see what |
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I can see, yea. |
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And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost |
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We'll roll down that |
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Western Coast |
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Fields of green |
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Valleys of wine |
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St. Theresa, don't you worry |
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We'll make it on time. |
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Well I know that it can't last |
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Someday this ride will stall |
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Rubber on the road & the blood inside ' |
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Cause even mighty mountains |
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Someday might crumble & fall |
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Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside. |
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Finding out the hard way |
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Don't leave school with much validity |
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And livin' hand to mouth |
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Don't leave room for much nobility |
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We know the end is near |
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But not when it will be |
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Or is it close enough to see, yea. |
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And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost |
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We'll roll down that |
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Western Coast |
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Fields of green |
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Carmel wine |
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St. Theresa, don't you worry |
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St. Theresa, don't you worry |
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St. Theresa, don't you worry |
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We'll make it on time |
