| I got the key to the highway
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| Woman, I’m packed up and bound to go
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| Lord, I’m gone leave here running
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| Walking is most too slow
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| Now, give me one, one more kiss, baby
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| And I’ll be on my way
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| And I’m going away, babe
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| This time I won’t be back to stay
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| I’m gonna lay, lay my head on the lonesome railroad isle
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| And let that 219 train ooh ooh, ease my troubling, troubling mind
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| Talk to me, guitar, what you sayin'
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| I’m going back, down to the border
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| Only way I’m better known
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| Cause you ain’t doing nothing dirty, woman, huh
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| Driving your uncle, babe, from his home
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| I got the key to the highway
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| Packed up, lord and bound to go
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| Lord, I’m gonna leave here running
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| Walking is most, most too slow |