| I got no money in my pockets
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| I got a hole in my jeans
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| I had a job and I lost it But it won’t get to me
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| 'Cause I’m ridin’with my baby
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| and it’s a brand new day
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| We’re on the wheels of an angel
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| Flyin’away
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| And the sun is shinin'
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| This road keeps windin'
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| Through the prettiest country
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| From Georgia to Tennessee
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| And I got the one I love beside me My troubles behind me
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| I’m alive and I’m free
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| Who wouldn’t wanna be me Now she’s strummin’on my six-string
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| Across her pretty knees
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| She’s stompin’out a rhythm
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| And singin’to me the sweetest song
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| The sun is shinin'
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| And this road keeps windin'
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| Through the prettiest country
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| From Georgia to Tennessee
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| And I got the one I love beside me My troubles behind me
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| I’m alive and I’m free
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| Who wouldn’t wanna be me The sun is shinin'
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| And this road’s still windin'
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| Through the prettiest country
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| From Georgia to Tennessee
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| And I got the one I love beside me My troubles behind me
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| I’m alive and I’m free
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| Who wouldn’t wanna be me
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| I got no money in my pockets
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| I got a hole in my jeans
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| We’re on the wheels of an angel
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| And I’m free
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| She’s strummin’on my six-string
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| It’s across her pretty knees
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| She’s stompin’out a rhythm
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| And she’s singin’to me |