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That secondhand junkyard heap |
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Was freedom with two bucket seats |
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With two grand on the windshield in shoe polish |
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I had a stash of summer cash |
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From cleanin' pools and cuttin' grass |
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Gave the man that coffee can and |
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I bought it |
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From the moment that |
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I turned the key |
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My right foot was heavy |
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From a mile away folks could hear me |
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Leanin' on that |
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ChevySlidin' sideways through the town square |
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Peelin' out, |
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Bruce Springsteen turned up too loud |
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Playin' air guitar, drummin' on the dash |
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Only brakin' for the badge |
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Had the man in blue burnin' through |
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Tickets by the pound |
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Yeah, I paid for every red light |
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In my hometown |
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I still remember |
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Jessie Lynn |
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Her sweet perfume and her poured in |
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Those faded jeans that always fit just right |
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Steamin' windows up on the riverbank |
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Had to get that |
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V-8 cranked |
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To have her on the front porch by midnight |
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Catchin' air on railroad tracks |
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Detroit horses breathin' |
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Peelin' paint off of city hall |
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Fuzz buster screamin' |
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Slidin' sideways through the town square |
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Peelin' out |
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Lynyrd Skynyrd turned up too loud |
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Playin' air guitar, drummin' on the dash |
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Only brakin' for the badge |
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Had the man in blue burnin' through |
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Tickets by the pound |
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Yeah, I paid for every red light |
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In my hometown |
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I burned up a hundred tires |
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Turnin' blacktop into gravel |
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Wore out my daddy's patience |
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And the judge's gavel |
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Slidin' sideways through the town square |
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Peelin' out, |
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I can't drive 55 [Incomprehensible] |
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Playin' air guitar, drummin' on the dash |
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Only brakin' for the badge |
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Had the man in blue burnin' through |
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Tickets by the pound |
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Yeah, I paid for every red light |
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In my hometown |