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5,500 miles |
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Across the Texas plain |
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Just to look at the mountains |
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Just to not go insane (insane, insane) |
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5,500 miles |
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Across the Texas plain |
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Just to look at the ocean |
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Just to not go insane |
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I'm goin' home |
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I'm starting home |
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On a freezing eastern highway |
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A muddy snow bank |
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A broken radio |
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A dome of stars on a tin plate |
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Got Booker T on cassette tape |
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Tore out the amplifier to fit it in |
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I saw the free way buckle and bend |
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Carburetor struck a strong head wind |
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And I barreled...through California! |
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And even on a cloudy day |
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And the end the sun peaks through |
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Between the mountains and the clouds! |
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Woo! |
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5,500 miles |
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Across the Texas plain |
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Just to look at the mountains |
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Just to not go insane |
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5,500 miles |
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Across the Texas plain |
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Just to look at the ocean |
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Just to not go insane |
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And now I'm home |
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I made it home |
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On a little four-cylinder engine |
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A blue tin can |
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A red sleepin' bag |
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I wasn't alone the whole way |
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I had some com-pan-ay |
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The sterring wheel made a print on my arm |
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I stopped and I checked out the farm |
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I saw the sun beat down hard |
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And I barreled...through California! |
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And even on a cloudy day |
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And the end the sun peaks through |
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Between the mountains and the clouds! |
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Haw! |
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I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! |
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I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! |
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I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! |
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I can't drive five thousand lonely miles! |
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Five thousand, five hundred miles |
