| Miles and miles of highway
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| Run under these wheels
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| Its late at night but thats alright
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| Because I’m wide awake with time to kill
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| We’re stars in bars with loud guitars
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| And I’ve sang more words than I’ve spoke
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| With bangin' drums and electrical hums
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| And everything smelling like smoke
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| Some nights are better than others
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| And some make you wonder why
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| You write these songs but still sing covers
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| And make just enough to get by
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| Its just another night down the highway
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| Its just another chance to sing my song
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| Its just another night, another crazy night
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| Down this road I’m on
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| Truck stops and hotels
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| Stories told over and over again
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| Of breakdowns and one horse towns
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| And whatever happened to long lost friends?
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| There’s good and bad in the times that we’ve had
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| Surprising how much you can take
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| Its always somebody’s trashed, somebody’s short on cash
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| And everybody’s needing a break
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| Some nights are better than others
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| And some make you feel so alone
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| Laugh like friends and fight like brothers
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| Counting the days till your home |
| Phone calls from old friends
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| Who chose a different path
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| One of these days and remember whens
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| Are always good for a laugh
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| These wheels are always in motion
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| Head from New York to L.A.
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| From the black hills tour home by the ocean
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| And any other place we can play |