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Hey pretty baby, are you ready for me? |
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It's your good rockin' daddy down from Tennessee |
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I'm just out of Austin bound for San Antone |
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With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on |
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There's a speed trap up ahead in Selma Town |
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But no local yokel gonna shut me down |
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'Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound |
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And we've come a thousand miles from a guitar town |
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Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown |
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And I ain't the kind to just hang around |
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But I heard someone callin' my name one day |
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And I followed that voice down the lost highway |
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Everybody told me you can't get far |
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On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar |
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Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down |
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And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town |
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Hey pretty baby, don't you know it ain't my fault |
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I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt |
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Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop |
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Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why I don't stop |
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Well I gotta keep rockin' why I still can |
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I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan |
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When my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man |
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With my back to the riser I make my stand |
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Hey pretty baby, won't you hold me tight? |
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I'm loadin' up and I'm rollin' out of here tonight |
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One of these days I'm gonna settle down |
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And take you back with me to the guitar town |
