| I’m ready, my suitcase is packed
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| I got my love and my life on my back
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| We’ll meet the boys, the bus is outside
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| We’ll hit the road, got to go for a ride
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| It makes me crazy — I like me crazy
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| I’m gonna leave all my worries behind
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| And put the real world out of my mind
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| I’m gonna hit the ground running
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| That’s what I do to survive
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| And when I hit the ground running
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| I’ll play my guitar and fly
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| I’m jamming on from town to town
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| Ain’t got no time for things bringing me down
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| This lonely road, no sign of an end
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| Ain’t seen my woman since I don’t know when
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| It makes me crazy — I like me crazy
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| But when it comes down to push and shove
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| I tell myself it’s a labor of love
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| I’m gonna hit the ground running
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| That’s what I do to survive
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| I’m gonna hit the ground running
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| Play my guitar and fly
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| We’re finally home, the end of the line
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| I grab my suitcase and I’m waving good-bye
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| Just sitting 'round time on my hands
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| Waiting for my next one night stand. |
| Yeah
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| And then I hit the ground running
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| That’s what I do to survive
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| Ya know I hit the ground running
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| Play my guitar and fly
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| I’m gonna hit the ground running
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| That’s what I do to survive
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| I’m gonna hit the ground running
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| Play my guitar and fly |