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(*Rob Blackledge, Canaan Smith, Stephen Barker Liles) |
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It's been a long week |
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I've got a slow leak in my left front tire |
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I'm sick of where I work |
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My boss is such a jerk, don't care if I get fired |
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My back's about to break |
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No money in the bank |
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And she don't call me anymore |
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I'm down to my last drink, it's time to sell my things |
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And pack my bags and never look back |
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Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks |
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And make my getaway |
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I'll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down |
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Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight |
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At the break of day |
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I'll be a runaway |
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A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin |
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On my scruffy face |
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With every cigarette I'm burnin' my regrets |
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Don't want to leave a trace |
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And from the rearview, I've got clear view |
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Of who I used to be |
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A little bit faster now |
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Ddon't wanna turn around |
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I'm gonna pack my bags and never look back |
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Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks |
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And make my getaway |
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I'll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down |
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Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight |
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And at the break of day |
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I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway |
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(I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway) |
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It's crazy, I know, to count on this road |
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To give me what I need |
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But with every state line |
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Somehow I find another part of me, yeah, yeah |
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I'm gonna pack my bags and never look back |
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Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks |
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And make my get away |
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I'll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down |
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Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight |
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And at the break of day |
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I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway |
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(I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway) |
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(I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway) |
