| Mama knows the highway by the songs
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| When she hears a good one, she always sings along
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| She don’t ever worry 'bout what’s gone
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| She says, «good country music will never steer you wrong
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| She talks to the truckers with the lights
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| Maybe just a little bit more on Saturday nights
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| She knows a good road to paradise
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| And that’s just enough to keep the highway bright
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| Yeah, Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| She can see the rain before it starts
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| Looking clear through a windshield full of stars
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| Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| She can tell Wyoming by the wind
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| She can tell another trucker by the rig that he’s in
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| She knows how to watch the river bends
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| She knows where the real South begins
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| Well, Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| She can see the rain before it starts
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| Looking clear through a windshield full of stars
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| Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| She can gauge a cafe just by looking at the sign
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| Little old places always share the grand design
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| Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| She can see the rain before it starts
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| Looking clear through a windshield full of stars
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| Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| Mama knows the highway now by heart
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| Mama knows the highway, yeah, yeah yeah |