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I remember to this day |
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The bright red Georgia clay |
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How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain |
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Willpower made that old car go |
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A women's mind told me that's so |
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Oh how I wish we were back on the road again |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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Travelling and a-living off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love being a free man |
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I can still recall |
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The wheat fields of Saint Paul |
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And the morning we got caught robbing from an old hen |
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Old MacDonald, he made us work |
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But then he paid us for what it was worth |
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Another tank of gas and back on the road again |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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Travelling and a-living off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love being a free man |
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I'll never forget the day |
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We motored stately into big L.A. |
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The lights of the city put settling down in my brain |
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Though it's only been a month or so |
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That old car's bugging us to go |
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We gotta get away and get back on the road again |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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Travelling and a-living off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love being a free man |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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Travelling and a-living off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love being a free man |
