| I can’t count the barns I’ve passed
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| Painted red, white and black
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| See Rock City
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| And up ahead there’s a turn
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| Takes me right through Gatlinburg
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| I hear its pretty
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| Maybe some other time, I can’t slow down
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| Right across that state line, right about now
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| Her hair still wet from her bath
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| She’s sitting on the front porch with a glass of iced tea
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| In my sweatshirt, in her bare feet, this I gotta see
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| If I hurry I can catch
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| The colors on her skin from that sunset
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| Her face and that look waitin' on me, this I gotta see
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| I can’t wait to get to her, man
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| I wish I were there already
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| Shes the only thing that keeps this world from driving me crazy
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| I just hit that city limit
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| Yeah, that’s a pretty good sign
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| And if I pick it up a bit, I’ll be right on time
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| Her hair still wet from her bath
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| She’s sitting on the front porch with a glass of iced tea
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| In my sweatshirt, in her bare feet, this I gotta see
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| If I hurry I can catch
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| The colors on her skin from that sunset
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| Her face and that look waitin' on me, this I gotta see |