| Rolling down the road
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| Going no where
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| Guitar packed in the trunk
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| Somewhere round mile marker 112
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| Papa started hummin the funk
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| I gotta jones in my bones before we know
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| We were singing this melody
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| Stop the car pulled out the guitar
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| Halfway to New Orleans
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| Said take me home
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| Take me home
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| Could feel the sun about to rise
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| When I realized we had nothing to fear
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| It’s just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope
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| Making music that nobody would hear
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| And then the sun let up and it split the night
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| Spilling over our jubilee
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| Ten thousand cars by the side of the road
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| Grooving far as the eye can see
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| Said take me home
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| Take me home
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| Said take me home
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| Said take me home
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| This greyhound is delta bound mama
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| Baby boy done finally found
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| Said this greyhound is delta bound mama
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| Baby boy done finally found his way home
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| Said take me home
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| Hot damn you should have felt the groove
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| Like I was swimming in a sea of soul
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| The sun was rising and the day was hot
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| And we was all about to lose control
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| My daddy turned his face up towards the sky
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| And I knew that there was nothing to lose
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| I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes
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| And we disappeared into the groove
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| Said take me home
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| Said take me home
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| Take me home
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| Said take me home
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| Straight from the water
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| Straight from the water children
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| You don’t know nothing about this
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| Take me home
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| Said take me home |