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(Rice Miller Williamson) |
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I found out, |
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What my baby likes. |
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I found out, |
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What my baby likes. |
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(She likes a) whole lot of loving, |
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And a straight-eight Pontiac. |
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We gonna get on the highway, |
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(And cut the?) bright lights (on?) |
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Get on the highway, |
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(Got the?) bright lights (on?) |
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Turn the radio on, |
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Dig that voice from the North. |
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Oh, |
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(?) |
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Yes baby I know. |
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(?) |
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With your head in my chest, |
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(... in my bed ?) |
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We gonna move, |
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down highway 49. |
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We gonna move, |
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down the highway 49. |
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She got her head in my chest |
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(... fine?) |
