| There’s something 'bout a red dirt road that makes the sky more blue
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| Something 'bout the concrete scrapes the roots right off of you
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| I moved here cause making dollars made good sense
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| Something 'bout them city limits feels more like a fence
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| I don’t know why but today
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| Been thinking 'bout life and
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| I kinda wanna runaway
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| Go somewhere that I can
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| Shake all the dust out of my head
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| Put it on this truck instead
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| Toss some empties in the bed
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| Out where nobody knows
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| You can find me where you can’t
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| Nowhere near no interstate
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| Turn down the road I know to take that’s gonna save my soul
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| Crank up and gas it till there’s static on the radio
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| Don’t get me wrong I sure do love the night they drove ol' Dixie down
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| But I’d rather drive through Dixie till I heard it cutting out
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| Yeah it ain’t gotta be the Smokey mountains
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| It ain’t gotta be Mexico naw
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| All I need is a six count from the Texaco
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| Then I can go and
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| Shake all the dust out of my head
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| Put it on this truck instead
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| Toss some empties in the bed
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| Out where nobody knows
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| You can find me where you can’t
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| Nowhere near no interstate
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| Turn down the road I know to take that’s gonna save my soul
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| Crank up and gas it till there’s static on the radio
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| No walls no calls, it’s all in my rearview
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| Sometimes you wanna talk to God somewhere He can hear you and
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| Shake all the dust out of my head
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| Put it on this truck instead
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| Yeah
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| Shake all the dust out of my head
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| Put it on this truck instead
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| Toss some empties in the bed
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| Out where nobody knows
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| You can find me where you can’t
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| Nowhere near no interstate
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| Turn down the road I know to take that’s gonna save my soul
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| Crank up and gas it till there’s static on the radio |