| Well I feel so lonesome — you’ll hear me when I moan,
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| Yes, I feel so lonesome — you’ll hear me when I moan,
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| Who been drivin' my Terraplane — for you since I been gone.
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| I’d said I’ll flash your lights, mama — and the horn won’t even blow,
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| I even flash my lights, mama — and this horn won’t even blow,
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| I got a short in this connection — way way down below.
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| The coils ain’t even buzzin' - the generator won’t get that far.
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| All in a bad condition, I gotta have the batteries charged.
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| I’m cryin', please — plea-hease don’t do me wrong,
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| Who been drivin' my Terraplane …
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| Mr. Highway man, please don’t block the road,
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| Mr. Highway man, please, don’t block the road,
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| She ran a cold one hundred, Booked and I got to go.
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| I’ll get deep down in this connection — keep on tanglin' with your wires,
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| And when I mash down on your starter, your spark plug will give me fire.
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| I’m crying please, please don’t do me wrong,
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| Who been drivin' my Terraplane …
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| I said who?, yeah,
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| Keep on tanglin' with your wires.
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| Whoo! |