| Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh
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| I’m rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard
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| I’ve got my diesel wound up
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| She’s running like she never did before
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| There’s a speed zone ahead, all right
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| I don’t see a cop in sight
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight
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| I’ve got ten forward gears
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| And a Georgiea overdrive
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| I’m taking little white pills
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| My eyes are open wide
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| Well I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White
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| I’ve been passin' everything in sight
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight
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| Well it seems like a month
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| Since I kissed my baby good-bye
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| Could have a lot of women
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| But I’m not like some other guys
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| I could find one to hold me tight
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| But I could never believe it’s right
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight
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| Well the I.C.C. |
| is checking down the line
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| I’m a little overweight and my log’s three days behind
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| But nothing bothers me tonight
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| I can dodge them scales all right
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight
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| Well my rig’s a little old
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| That don’t mean she’s slow
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| And the smoke’s rolling black as coal
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| Well my hometown’s coming in sight
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| If you think I’m happy you’re right
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna see my baby tonight |