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I remember to this day, the bright red Georgia clay |
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How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain |
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Will power made that old car go, a woman's mind told me that it'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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Travellin' and livin' off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love bein' a free man |
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I can still recall the wheat fields of St. Paul |
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And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen |
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Old Mac Donald made us work, 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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Travellin' and livin' off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love bein' a free man |
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I'll never forget that day we motored stately into big L.A. |
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The lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain |
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Though it's only been a month or so, that old car's buggin' us to go |
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You 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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Travellin' and livin' off the land |
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Me and you and a dog named Boo |
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How I love bein' a free man |
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