| I’ve got the motor running, I’m heading to the top
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| I’ve been losing my mind for a long long time
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| Like a locomotive, with the sun at my back
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| I’m like a lonesome train on a lonesome track
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| Oh hell, my hell of a ride
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| I’m riding through the night
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| Cos it makes me feel good
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| Oh hell, my hell of a ride
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| Cos on the highway
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| Makes me feel alive
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| Ghost riders in my rearview mirror, coming closer to me
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| They call me the breeze cos I wanna live free
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| Sixty miles to Ohio, six days on the road
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| Six days of freedom I’m a road worn son of a gun
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| Oh hell, my hell of a ride
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| I’m riding through the night
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| Cos it makes me feel good
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| Oh hell, my hell of a ride
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| Cos on the highway
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| Makes you feel alive
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| Like a locomotive, with the sun at my back
|
| I’m like a lonesome train on a lonesome track
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| Sixty miles to Ohio, six days on the road
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| Six days of freedom I’m a road worn son of a gun
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| Oh hell, my hell of a ride
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| I’m riding through the night
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| Cos it makes me feel good
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| Oh hell, my hell of a ride
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| Cos on the highway
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| Makes you feel alive |