| I came from a town that was so small
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| You look both ways, you could see it all
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| All I wanted was some way out
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| Every evening I’d slip into town
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| And stand around by the caution light
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| And watch the big trucks rolling by
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| For me it was a beautiful sight
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| Big wheels in the moonlight
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| I had a case of wanderlust
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| I’d lie awake with the windows up
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| Out on Highway Fifty Nine
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| I could hear some big old diesel whine
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| She was going through all the gears
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| And headed out to who knows where
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| I fell asleep 'most every night
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| Dreaming about big wheels in the moonlight
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| And I want to put my life on the centerline
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| And I want to see the world before I die
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| And I know that there’s a peace I’ll never find
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| 'Cause those big old wheels keep rolling through my mind
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| How I got here, it’s hard to say
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| So many things got in my way
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| Can’t complain about all I’ve got
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| Kids and a wife and a regular job
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| But at night when I’m sitting here
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| All alone in a living room chair
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| Sometimes I close my eyes
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| And see big wheels in the moonlight
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| And I want to put my life on the centerline
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| And I want to see the world before I die
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| And I know that there’s a peace I’ll never find
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| 'Cause those big old wheels keep rolling through my mind
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| And I want to put my life on the centerline
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| And I want to see the world before I die
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| And I know that there’s a peace I’ll never find
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| 'Cause those big old wheels keep rolling through my mind
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| 'Cause those big old wheels keep rolling through my mind |