| Barbed wire fence carving out a hillside, cutting holes in the midday sun
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| Like a postcard framed in a windshield covered in dust
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| I love the rhythm of an old grey blacktop, 33's just whistlin' by
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| Steer the wheel, one handed on a two lane, hugging that line
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| I got the windows down, no one else around singin'
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Freedom is the miles I’m rollin' on
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Out here cruising to a backroad song
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| I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong
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| C’mon, c’mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| I hit the brakes for an old New Holland, hammer down and pass him on up
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| The breeze smells like a summertime hay field’s just been cut
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| I got the windows down, way out of town singing…
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Freedom is the miles I’m rollin' on
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Out here cruising to a backroad song
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| I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong
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| C’mon, c’mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| The only way today could get better, girl what I’m thinkin'
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| Is I can pick you up, you slide in this truck
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| And I can hear you singing
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Let me hear you sing it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Freedom is the miles we’re rollin' on
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Out here cruising to a backroad song
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| I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong
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| C’mon, c’mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song
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| C’mon, c’mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song
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| This is my backroad song
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
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| This is my backroad song
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
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| Come on, come on, sing along
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
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| To my backroad song
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it) |