| I’ve witnessed those one night stands
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| Must have played in a thousand bands
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| But I’m just here tonight, tomorrow I’ll be gone
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| Seen folks show their blacker sides
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| Seen them die just for foolish pride
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| And those drivers always ask to hear that same old song
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| That’s a big ten-four
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| From your back door
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| Just put that hammer down
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| This young man feels
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| Those eighteen wheels
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| That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town
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| I’ve heard all those hard luck tales
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| From all of you U.S. males
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| I’ve heard you tell those lies about the love you’ve known
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| And I’ve followed those highway signs
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| And I’ve run down those thin white lines
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| Like those drivers this old road is all I call my own
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| That’s a big ten-four
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| From your back door
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| Just put that hammer down
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| This young man feels
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| Those eighteen wheels
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| That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town |