| Mile marker 203
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| The gas gauge leanin' on the edge of E
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| And I’ll be danged if the rain ain’t pourin down
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| There’s somethin smokin' underneath the hood
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| It’s a bangin' and a clangin' and it can’t be good
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| And it’s another 50 miles to the nearest town
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| Everything I own is in the back in a Hefty bag
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| I’m outta cigarettes and I’m down to my last drag
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| I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
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| Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
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| I’m in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
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| God help me, keep me movin' somehow
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| Don’t let me start wishin' I was with him now
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| I’ve made it this far without cryin' a single tear
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| I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Under fifty-thousand miles ago
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| Before the bad blood and busted radio
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| You said I was all you’d ever need
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| But love is blind and little did I know
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| That you were just another dead-end road
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| Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
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| Baby leavin' you is easier than bein' gone
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| I don’t know what I’ll do if one more thing goes wrong
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| I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
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| Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
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| I’m in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
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| So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
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| Don’t let me start wishin' I was with him now
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| I’ve made it this far without cryin' a single tear
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| And I’d sure hate to break down here, oh no
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| I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Nothin' up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
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| Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
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| I’m in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
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| So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
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| Don’t let me start wishin' I was with him now
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| I’ve made it this far without cryin' a single tear
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| I’d sure hate to break down, it’s to late to turn around
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| And I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Mile marker 215 |