| Mile marker 595 just past my window side
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| Didn’t stop, didn’t wonder why
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| Just kept on driving
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| There’s rainbows over San Antone
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| Still raining, got the wipers on
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| Well, the car’s full, but I’m all alone
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| While I’m driving
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| Life’s mostly attitude and driving
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| Mostly attitude and driving
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| There’s a pickup parked on the side
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| Broke down after a million miles
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| There’s an old man stranded but he still smiles
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| He’s through driving
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| And the water tower makes me think I see
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| A city just in front of me
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| But another mile shows reality
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| Hey, I’m still driving
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| Life’s mostly attitude and driving
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| Mostly attitude and driving
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| There’s no time for whiskey in my cup
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| Cops are waiting just to pick me up
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| 'Cause a tail light broke behind the pickup truck
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| That I’m driving
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| But there’s Tex-Mex on the radio
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| It’s a song I used to know
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| A conjunto tune’s played nice and slow
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| While I’m driving
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| Life’s mostly attitude and driving
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| Mostly attitude and driving
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| Life’s mostly attitude and driving
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| Mostly attitude and driving |