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I cant count the barns |
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Ive passed |
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Painted red, white and black |
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See Rock City |
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And up ahead theres a turn |
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Takes me right through |
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Gadlinburg |
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I hear its pretty |
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Maybe some other time, |
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I cant slow down |
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Right across that state line, right about now |
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Her hair still wet from her bath |
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She's sitting on the front porch with a glass of iced tea |
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In my sweatshirt, in her barefeet, this |
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I gotta see |
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If I hurry |
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I can catch |
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The colors on her skin from that sunset |
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Her face and that look waitin on me, this |
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I gotta see. |
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I cant wait to get to her, man |
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I wish I were there already |
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Shes the only thing that keeps this world from driving me crazy |
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I just hit that city limit |
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Yeah, thats a pretty good sign |
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And if I pick it up a bit, |
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Ill be right on time |
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Her hair still wet from her bath |
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She's sitting on the front porch with a glass of iced tea |
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In my sweatshirt, in her barefeet, this |
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I gotta see |
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If I hurry |
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I can catch |
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The colors on her skin from that sunset |
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Her face and that look waitin on me, this |
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I gotta see |
