| Well there’s some big black clouds
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| That’s a blowin in from the west
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| I’ve been drivin all day
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| Lord, I sure could use some rest
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| And there’s a motel up ahead where I can unwind
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| Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs
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| I grew up on the road from town to town
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| My daddy’s line of work kept us movin around
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| I got fond memories of the way things were back then
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| The warmth of a neon when a cold storm is movin in
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| Listen to the opry in a small cafe
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| When we stop to get a bite along the way
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| Whenever I hear the wheels begin to whine
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| It takes me back to another time
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| I got a real nice room with a radio and TV
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| This here motel livin is the only life for me
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| And it looks like it’ll be rainin for quite some time
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| Mixed with the lightning is the glow from a neon sign
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| Listen to the opry in a small cafe
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| When we stop to get a bite along the way
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| Whenever I hear the wheels begin to whine
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| It takes me back to another time
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| Well there’s some big black clouds
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| That’s a blowin in from the west
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| I’ve been drivin all day
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| Lord, I sure could use some rest
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| And there’s a motel up ahead where I can unwind
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| Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs
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| Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs |