| Haulin', I’m haulin'
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| Fort Smith to Louisville
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| I’m gonna see my baby
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| See my baby with time to kill
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| Well, I’m flyin', flyin'
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| No one on the road tonight
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| My radar detector’s not buzzin'
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| No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight
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| Got a little gig in Nashville
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| Beat it back to Arkansas
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| Followed me all the way to Little Rock
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| Sayin' something I done was against the law
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| So I’m haulin', haulin'
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| Fort Smith to Louisville
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| Gonna see my baby
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| Gonna see my baby with time to kill
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| So I’m haulin', haulin'
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| I’m gonna get there
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| Rollin' in the blue grass of Kentucky
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| I’m gonna get there
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| V-8 slappin' out real time
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| Deeper than a 808
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| Leakin' red eye gravy from my manifold
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| Spoutin' hot coffee from the boiler plate
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| I’m chewin' up the road like biscuits
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| Makin' all the time in the world
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| Sun comes up and I’m crossin'
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| Kentucky state line gonna see my girl
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| She likes it early in the mornin'
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| Like it in the evening too
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| In between, she don’t mind it
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| Just about any old time will do
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| So I’m haulin', haulin'
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| Fort Smith to Louisville
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| I’m gonna see my baby
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| See my baby with time to kill
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| And I’m haulin', haulin'
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| I’m gonna get there
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| Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
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| Yeah, I’m gonna get there
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| I tell her not to worry
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| They couldn’t pin nothin' on me
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| Club owner, short a hundred dollars
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| I do it for fun but I still gotta eat
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| I cut him and I coasted through Conway
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| Put him by the side of the road
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| Made Fort Smith that evening
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| Packed me a bag, now I’m ready to go
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| And I’m haulin', haulin'
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| Fort Smith to Louisville
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| I’m gonna see my baby
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| Gonna see my baby with time to kill
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| Flyin', flyin'
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| I’m gonna get there
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| Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
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| Oh, I’m gonna get there
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| Flyin', flyin'
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| I’m gonna get there
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| Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
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| Oh, I’m gonna get there, yeah |