| The diesel’s racing
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| I passed a waystation
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| Way back down the road
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| I’m paying no heed to the limit on speed
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| I just can’t take it slow
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| I’ve made 400 miles since 4:00 am
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| With 300 more to go
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| And a little bit of luck
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| And the grace of my truck
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| Tonight I’m gonna make it home
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| 'Cause I’m rollin' lonely
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| I need you to hold me
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| In your arms tonight
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| I said some things I didn’t mean
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| I just gotta make it right
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| Eighteen wheels
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| Are signing out your name
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| I’m moving like lightning through the pouring rain
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| Rollin' lonely all the way to Memphis tonight
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| The signs are flashing
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| The cars are passing
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| Headlights were blinding me
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| But the tears in your eyes when I said goodbye
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| That’s all that I could see
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| Seems like Texas goes on forever
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| I’m racin' uphill against time
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| I’m doin' 78 on this damned interstate
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| And you’re drivin' me out of my mind
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| 'Cause I’m rollin' lonely
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| I need you to hold me
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| In your arms tonight
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| I said some things I didn’t mean
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| I just gotta make it right
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| 'Cause I’m rollin' lonely
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| I need you to hold me
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| In your arms tonight
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| I said some things I didn’t mean
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| I just gotta make it right |