| I found it outside of Birmingham headed to another place
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| Took me five hundred miles to get to the bottom of my suitcase
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| It was in between a pair of jeans and my old black winter coat
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| It took my breath away when I read what she wrote
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| May the wheels keep turning, get you where you need to go
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| I’ll keep the porch light burning 'til you get back home
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| May the angels fly beside you, down every mile you roll
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| May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| As much as she misses me, she found the words to write
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| Enough to keep me warm on a cold December night
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| And when I’m running on empty and I’m feeling lost
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| I can hear her voice, whispering to God
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| May the wheels keep turning, get you where you need to go
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| I’ll keep the porch light burning 'til you get back home
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| May the angels fly beside you, down every mile you roll
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| May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Must have read that note at least a thousand times
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| It always takes me where the highway meets the sky
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| May the wheels keep turning, get you where you need to go
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| I’ll keep the porch light burning 'til you get back home
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| May the angels fly beside you, down every mile you roll
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| May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road, yeah
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Oh, ooh, oh |