| Well I need to get out, I need to cut loose
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| I need to go fill up a tank, roll through a town or two
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| 'Cause that highway’s calling, like it always does
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| And it’s been a while since I picked up
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| When the rubber meets the road, I can feel the freedom
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| Grab a steering wheel, shifting gears and believing
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| Making me some dust, crank the music up
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| I like it 'round here but damn, I really love
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| When the rubber meets the road, road, road
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| Yeah, I still drive that truck dad and I fixed up
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| I take it out on the interstate when I need to feel a rush
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| It makes me think of seventeen, him ridin' shotgun next to me
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| We wasn’t scared of nothing, naw nothing
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| When the rubber meets the road, I can feel the freedom
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| Grab a steering wheel, shifting gears and believing
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| Making me some dust, crank the music up
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| I like it 'round here but damn, I really love
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| When the rubber meets the road, road, road
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| Oh yeah
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| That highway’s calling, like it always does
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| And it’s been a while since I picked up
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| When the rubber meets the road, I can feel the freedom
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| Grab a steering wheel, shifting gears and believing
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| Making me some dust (making me some dust), crank the music up (crank the music
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| up)
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| I like it 'round here but damn, I really love
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| When the rubber meets the road, road, road
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| Damn, I really love
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| When the rubber meets the road, road, road |