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I never knew what smog was 'til |
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I moved to |
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L.A.They say it's the ' |
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City of Angels' but there ain't no saints |
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If I spend one more day on this freeway |
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I might snap' |
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Cause I can't take a breath and |
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I can't see the crest |
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Of those mountains that lie in my path |
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I've got to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed |
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And the people are happy to see you |
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Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard |
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And there's room to stretch out and relax |
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My truck is gassed up and |
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I'm packed, |
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I'm goin' back |
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Hey lady, what color is that you've got in your hair |
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Sorry dude but that dress and high heels threw me for a second there |
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The fact that don't even phase me is freakin' me out |
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Am I gettin' used to these lunatics |
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Who can't discern between fiction and fact |
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I've got to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed |
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And the people are happy to see you |
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Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard |
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And there's room to stretch out and relax |
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And my truck is gassed up and |
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I'm packed, |
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I'm goin' back, goin' on back |
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Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk |
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It don't get much better than that |
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Can't wait to get back to the farm, where the cars aren't alarmed |
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And the people are happy to see you |
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Where the world's biggest stars hang above my backyard |
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And there's room to stretch out and relax |
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And my truck is gassed up and |
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I'm packed, |
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I'm goin' back, goin' back |
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Yeah, I'm goin' back |
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Can't wait to get back |
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Give me some more of that hee haw |
