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I'm going to Colorado |
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To unload my head |
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I'm going to New York City |
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And that's in New York, friends |
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I'm going to Arizona |
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Sex on the rocks all warm and red |
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And we bled |
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And the writing in stall said |
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We write our maps in the stalls |
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I'm going up to Alaska |
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I'm going to get off scott-fucking-free and we all did |
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This trucker's atlas roads the ways |
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The freeways and highways don't know |
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The buzz from the bird on my dash |
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Road, locomotive, phone |
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This trucker's atlas roads the ways |
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The freeways and highways don't know |
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The buzz from the bird on my dash |
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Road, locomotive, phone |
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I don't feel and it feels great |
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I sold my atlas by the freight stairs |
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I do lines and I crossed roads |
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I crossed the lines of all the great state roads |
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I'm going up, going over to Montana |
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You got yourself a trucker's atlas |
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You knew you were all hot, well |
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Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket |
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Start at the northwest corner |
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Go down through California |
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Beeline, you might drive three days |
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And three nights to the tip of Florida |
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Do you speak the lingo? |
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Oh, oh no |
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Do you speak the lingo? |
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No, no |
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How far does your road go? |
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Oh no, you don't know? |
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I'm going to Colorado to unload my head |
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I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends |
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I'm going up to Alaska |
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I'm going to get off scott-fucking-free, and we all did |
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And the writing in the salt says |
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We ride on out to the stars |
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I'm going to Arizona |
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Sex on the rocks all warm and red and we all bled |
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This trucker's atlas roads the ways |
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The freeways and highways don't know |
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The buzz from the bird on my dash |
|
Road, locomotive, phone |
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This trucker's atlas roads the ways |
|
The freeways and highways don't know |
|
The buzz from the bird on my dash |
|
Road, locomotive, phone |
|
I don't feel and it feels great |
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I sold my atlas by the freight stairs |
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I do lines and I crossed roads |
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I crossed the lines of all the great state roads |
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I'm going up, going over to Montana |
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You got yourself a trucker's atlas |
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You knew you were all hot, well |
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Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket |
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Start at the northwest corner |
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Go down through California |
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Beeline, you might drive three days |
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And three nights to the tip of Florida |