| All year long it’s been hotels and highways
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| Smoky bars, long night and lost days
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| You give it all you got, but they still want more
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| Long bus rides and early morning airplanes
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| Interviews and publicity campaigns
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| The hardcore is always waitin' at the backstage door
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| Gotta hideout in the hills of Tennessee
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| Where the redneck girl’s there waitin' for me
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| Pitchin' whiskey from the bottle of love
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| To party all night long…
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| Nobody knows where an Outlaw goes
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| When they damned sure don’t wanna be found
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| No use in lookin' for me, I’ll be hidin' out in Tenneessee
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| That’s my life pumpin' radio airwaves
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| My guitar playing out on the big stage
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| Hot tears on the pages of my latest song
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| All my life I’ve been taking the high road
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| Around the bend just to see where it goes
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| Tear it down, pack it up now we’re movin' on
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| Gotta hideout in the hills of Tennessee
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| Where the redneck girl’s there waitin' for me
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| Pitchin' whiskey from the bottle of love
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| To party all night long…
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| Nobody knows where an Outlaw goes
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| When they damned sure don’t wanna be found
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| No use in lookin' for me, I’ll be hidin' out in Tenneessee
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| Gotta hideout in the hills of Tennessee
|
| Where the redneck girl’s there waitin' for me
|
| Pitchin' whiskey from the bottle of love
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| To party all night long…
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| Nobody knows where an Outlaw goes
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| When they damned sure don’t wanna be found
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| No use in looking' for me, I’ll be hidin' out in Tenneessee
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| Ohh, no use in lookin' for me
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| Ahh just drinkin' that moonshine whiskey… |