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Well, darling, |
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I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven. |
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I just got off the turnpike avoiding the |
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Ohio state inspection. |
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Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go. |
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I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down. |
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And your voice last night on the telephone said you wouldn't be there when |
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I got home |
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So, when I get to |
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Cleveland |
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I'm going to head back south. |
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Chorus:The light keeps coming on, |
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I've got water in the fuel. |
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My brakes are gone, |
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I've got a left front tire throwing thread. |
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By tomorrow morning, |
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I could be dead. |
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Baby, maybe you were right all along. |
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You said you couldn't stay with a man who was always going away, |
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And all you wanted to do was settle down. |
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You wanted to buy that little trailer, out on the edge with the money you saved. |
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It had a carport, a colour |
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TV and no place to turn around.(Chorus) |
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Remember that winter when the lake froze over, |
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We drove out there after we'd unloaded, |
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We revved that truck and we spun it 'round and 'round. |
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Then we left it idling out on that ice, |
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Crawled in the sleeper and |
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I held you tight. |
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Baby, I'm sure on thin ice now.(Chorus) |