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Rolling down the road |
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Going no where |
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Guitar packed in the trunk |
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Somewhere round mile marker 112 |
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Papa started hummin' the funk |
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I gotta jones in my bones before we know |
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We were singing this melody |
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Stop the car pulled out the guitar |
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Halfway to New Orleans |
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Said take me home |
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Said take me home |
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Could feel the sun about to rise |
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When I realized we had nothing to fear |
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It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope |
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Making music that nobody would hear |
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And then the sun let up and it split the night |
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Spilling over our jubilee |
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Ten thousand cars by the side of the road |
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Grooving far as the eye can see |
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Said take me home |
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Take me home |
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Said take me home |
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Said take me home |
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Hot damn you should have felt the groove |
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Like I was swimming in a sea of soul |
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The sun was rising and the day was hot |
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And we was all about to lose control |
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My daddy turned his face up towards the sky |
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And I knew that there was nothing to lose |
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I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes |
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And we disappeared into the groove |
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Said take me home |
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Said take me home |
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Take me home |
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Said take me home |
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Straight from the water |
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Straight from the water |
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Straight from the water children |
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Straight from the water |
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You don't know nothing about this |
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Take me home |
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Said take me home |
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Said take me home |
