| Well, the downtown streets never got me where I was going
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| The scratching gravel, dead ends ain’t my style
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| I was made for white lines that go on and on forever
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| Guys like me don’t count the days, we just stack the miles
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| Moving at the speed of time
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| Running the sunset down my way out
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| Where free and easy goes
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| I’ll get there when I get there
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| Long as I’m going somewhere
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| Sea to shining, keep on winding
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| Cowboy state of mind
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| My road map’s got a jagged reputation
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| My rearview don’t hold grudges or regrets
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| With Justins on the asphalt, got the salt of North Dakota
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| And I got Arizona goodbye dust stuck inside the tred
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| Moving at the speed of time
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| Running the sunset down my way out
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| Where free and easy goes
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| I’ll get there when I get there
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| Long as I’m going somewhere
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| Sea to shining, keep on winding
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| Cowboy state of mind
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| Well, the downtown streets never got me where I was going
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| I’m moving at the speed of time
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| I’ve always been the highway kind
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| I’ve always been the highway kind |