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Little Feat |
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Under The Radar |
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Home Ground |
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P. Barrere |
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It's steamin' |
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and I'm screamin' down |
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that red hot blacktop |
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on cruise control |
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and my tires are tired |
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but I still got such a |
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long way to go... 'till I'm |
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coastin' back to that west coast |
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north of movie town |
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where my baby's waitin' |
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holdin' down that home ground |
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holdin' down that home ground |
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when it's freezin' |
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so cold in the mornin' |
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ya know I really hate to go |
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don't need no stage door jennie, no bad luck penny |
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lookin' for a one night Romeo |
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was a time I was crazy |
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I played a fool... I was a clown |
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now I got my baby |
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Shes a holdin' down the home ground |
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holdin' down the home ground |
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This room service lifestyle |
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it's OK for a while |
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but a little homecookin' would sure bring a smile |
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there was a caterer in decatur |
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she once grabbed my eye |
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but I came to my senses |
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and passed on the my...my...my... |
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Now I'm dreamin' |
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bout that old coast highway |
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the castles made of stone |
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and the road through the mountain |
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that's where I'm countin' on makin my turn for home |
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I'm breakin' all the limits |
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way past the speed of sound |
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gettin' back with my baby |
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Shes a holdin' down the home ground |
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holdin' down the home ground |
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holdin' down the home ground |
