| Food’s on the table and the coffee’s getting cold
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| And I haven’t eaten since I don’t know when
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| My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song
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| And I’m tearing down the highway again
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| There’s a little hideaway
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| Where my baby waits for me
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| In a little cozy booth by the door
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| I looked all around but my baby had gone
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| She just couldn’t wait anymore
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| My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song
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| About a girl that’s done me wrong
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| My 8-track's playing all your favorite songs
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| So come on honey sing along
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| It’s a Tennessee tradition
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| To loose your inhibition
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| So check your attitude by the door
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| And hear this little tune that I wrote this afternoon
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| And I won’t bother you anymore
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| My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song
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| About a girl that’s done me wrong
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| My 8-track's playing all your favorite songs
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| So come on honey sing along
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| My 8-track's pumpin' out a country song
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| About a girl that’s done me wrong
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| My 8-track's playing all your favorite songs
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| So come on honey sing along
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| My 8-track player of love
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| My 8-track player of love |