| There ain’t a road
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| That I can go down
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| In this whole town
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| Without wondering where you are
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| There ain’t a mile
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| That don’t feel like memory lane
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| I should probably leave this Wrangler parked in place
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| But I’m shifting through the past and burning tanks
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| Wishing you were here to take a right girl
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| Rolling round riding shotgun
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| Leaning back in the front seat
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| Top down with your hands up
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| Every time I take this Jeep for a drive, girl
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| It makes me wish you were sitting to the right girl
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| Windows down
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| Yeah, I like the fresh air
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| I like it better with long hair
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| Sunflower, blonde in the breeze
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| Girl, our song
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| Every time it comes on
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| Those three minutes feel like an eternity
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| I should probably let this needle sit on E
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| Instead of wishing you were here to take a right girl
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| Rolling round riding shotgun
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| Leaning back in the front seat
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| Top down with your hands up
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| Every time I take this Jeep for a drive, girl
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| It makes me wish you were sitting to the right girl
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| But you left
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| I guess, that’s just
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| How stuff, goes
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| Sometimes, that’s why
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| That’s why I’m, I’m
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| Wishing you were here to take a right girl
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| You were sitting to the right girl
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| Wishing you were here to take a right girl
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| Rolling round riding shotgun
|
| Leaning back in the front seat
|
| Top down with your hands up
|
| Every time I take this Jeep for a drive, girl
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| It makes me wish you were sitting to the right girl
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| Yeah, cause you were the right girl |