| Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;
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| Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.
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| Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;
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| Wild roses on a river bank: girl its almost like you’re there
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| Oh, every mile, a memory; |
| every song, another scene,
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| From some old movie going back in time you and me.
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| Every day, a page turned down; |
| every night, a lonesome sound,
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| Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
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| Every mile, a memory.
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| Red sun down, out across the western sky,
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| Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.
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| Texas stars in a purple night.
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| Not seein' 'em with you baby: oh, they never do it right, no.
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| Every mile, a memory; |
| every song, another scene,
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| From some old movie going back in time you and me.
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| Every day, a page turned down; |
| every night, a lonesome sound,
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| Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
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| Every mile, a memory.
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| Funny how no matter where I run,
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| Round every bend I only see,
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| Just how far I haven’t come.
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| Every mile, a memory; |
| every song, another scene,
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| From some old movie going back in time you and me.
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| Every day, a page turned down; |
| every night, a lonesome sound,
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| Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
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| Every mile, a memory;
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| Every mile, a memory;
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| Every mile, a memory. |