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My grandaddy was a miner |
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But he finally saw the light |
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He didn't have much |
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Just a beat-up truck and a dream about a better life |
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Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye |
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You never heard such a lonesome sound. |
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Pretty soon the dirt road turned |
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Into blacktop, Detroit City bound |
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Down that hillbilly highway |
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On That hillbilly highway |
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That old Hillbilly highway |
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Goes on and on. |
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Now he worked and saved his money |
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So that one day he might send |
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My daddy off to college |
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To use his brains and not his hands |
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Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye |
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Never heard such a lonesome sound. |
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But daddy had himself a good job in Houston |
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One more rollin' down |
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Down that old hillbilly highway |
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That old hillbilly highway |
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That old Hillbilly highway |
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Goes on and on. |
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Now grandaddy rolled over in his grave |
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The day that I quit school |
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I just sat around the house playin' my guitar, |
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Daddy said I was a fool |
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My mama cried when I said goodbye, |
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I never heard such a lonesome sound. |
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Now I'm standin' on this highway |
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And if you're going my way |
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You know where I'm bound |
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Down that old hillbilly highway |
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That old hillbilly highway |
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That old Hillbilly highway |
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Goes on and on... |
