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It's rolling in the wind, you can see it in the air |
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Where I come from, man, it's everywhere |
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Coming up in a cloud behind a one way plow |
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Colors up the sky when the sun goes down |
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Oh, drifting up and down that main street drag |
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Oh, may even wrote her name with it up on the dash |
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Dust in the rearview, in the cedar |
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Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers |
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Dust on my boots, dust on my truck |
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Probably got a little running in my blood |
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From the road I ride with that laid back seat |
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She's sitting in on the passenger side |
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Everything I know, everything I love |
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Is covered up in dust |
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When the moon comes up it kind of settles on down |
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But we stir it back up when we're riding around |
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Dust on the top of a cold beer can |
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Before I take a sip I wipe it off with my hand |
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Oh, couple of days without no rain |
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Oh, shoot, it's probably coming from a mile away |
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Dust in the rearview, in the cedar |
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Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers |
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Dust on my boots, dust on my truck |
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Probably got a little running in my blood |
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From the road I ride with that laid back seat |
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She's sitting in on the passenger side |
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Everything I know, everything I love |
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Is covered up in dust |
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Oh, drifting up and down that main street drag |
|
Oh, may even wrote her name with it up on the dash |
|
Dust in the rearview, in the cedar |
|
Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers |
|
Dust on my boots, dust on my truck |
|
Probably got a little running in my blood |
|
From the road I ride with that laid back seat |
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She's sitting in on the passenger side |
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Everything I know, everything I love |
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Is covered up in dust |
