| There’s a thousand miles and eighteen hours
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| I got to double drive down southbound 35
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| I got the hammer down, Detroit made
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| 525 pushin' my ass right down that line
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| And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel
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| Just tells me that I’m back out on the road
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| I got a full grown creepin' up on my tail
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| And I won’t make bail in this small time jail, no, not 'round here
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| I got the bird dog on, radio cranked
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| Gear jammin', lane changin' son of a bitch, you bet ya, son
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| And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel
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| Just tells me that I’m back out on the road
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| Just left the jail with a hand full of pills
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| And I won’t quit till I hit the coop in Abilene
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| I’m almost there there’s just a few more miles
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| I’ll make the drop and I’ll turn and burn, I’m out o' here
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| And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel
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| Just tells me that I’m back out on the road
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| And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel
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| Just tells me that I’m back out on the road |