| Riding top the floodway on a Friday night
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| The landscape’s a fine and natural sight
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| Just cruising slow through the dark of night
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| With Precious and Grace everything’s all right
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| Good God Almighty, we was going down slow
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| Yeah, if we knew just where we had to go
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| Crying, just a flying down a put out road
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| With Precious and Grace in my flathead Ford
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| So if you’re out rolling late some night
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| Yeah, and you need that supernatural delight, I’m talking to you, brother
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| I know somebody’s, they’s just out of sight
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| Get with Precious and Grace, they going to treat you right |