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Alone with the morning burning red |
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On the canvas in my head, painting a picture of you |
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And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV |
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Just the road and its majesty |
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And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view |
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You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat |
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Looking at me, telling me you love me |
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And your happy to be with me on the 4th of July |
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We sang 'Stranglehold' to the stereo |
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Couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll |
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So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along |
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Those white lines get drawn into the sun |
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If you ain't got no one to keep you hanging on |
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And there you were like a queen in your nightgown |
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Riding shotgun from town to town |
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Staking a claim on the world we found |
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And I'm singing to you, you're singing to me |
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You were out of the blue to a boy like me |
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You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat |
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Looking at me, telling me you love me |
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And your happy to be with me on the 4th of July |
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We sang 'Stranglehold' to the stereo |
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Couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll |
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So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along, sang along |
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And I'm looking for you in the silence that we share |
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You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat |
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Looking at me, telling me you love me |
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And your happy to be with me on the 4th of July |
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We sang 'Stranglehold' to the stereo |
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Couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll |
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So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along, sang along |
