| When I was just a little bitty kid I remembered one time Mama said
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| Daddy sends you all his love from Frisco Bay
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| I didn’t understand till I was grown
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| Why my Daddy didn’t spend a little time at home
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| Instead of runnin' around the country that way
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| Now I’m looking at the world through a windshield
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| And see everything in a little bit different light
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| I got a sweet little thing I’m wantin' to see in Nashville
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| And I’m down around Dallas and a’rollin' on fast tonight
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| Long strips of rubber that you see
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| Were burned off of this rig by the likes of me
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| And they’ll ride along the highways in this land
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| I’m gonna sign my name in this diesel smoke
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| And let the ones that come behind me choke
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| Now I’m looking at the world through a windshield
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| Watchin' it a flyin' by me at the right
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| I got a sweet little thing I’m wantin' to see in Nashville
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| And I’m down around Dallas and a’rollin' on fast tonight
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| I’ve pushed this rig through sleet and rain
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| And I’ve driven through the rough terrain
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| Of the Rockies to the docks of old L. A
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| On down that old Pacific shore, sing north and headin' for Baltimore
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| Of somethin' ‘bout two thousand miles away
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| Now I’m looking at the world through a windshield
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| Watchin' it a flyin' by me at the right
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| I got a sweet little thing I’m wantin' to see in Nashville
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| And I’m down around Dallas and a’rollin' on fast tonight |