| I’ve been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
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| I’m drunk and dirty, don’t you know
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| That I’m still willin'
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| Out on the road, late at night
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| I see my pretty Alice in every headlight
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| Alice, oh Dallas Alice
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| But I’ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari
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| Tehachapi to Tonopah
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| Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made
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| I’ve driven the backroads I wouldn’t get weighed
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| And if you give me weed, whites and wine
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| And if you show me a sign
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| Then I’ll be willin' to be movin'
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| I’ve been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
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| Had my head stove in but I’m still on my feet
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| And I’m still willin'
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| And I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
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| Baked by the sun every time I go to Mexico
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| Ah but I’m still
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| And i’ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari
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| Tehachapi to Tonopah
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| Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made
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| I’ve driven the backroads I wouldn’t get weighed
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| And if you give me weed, whites and wine
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| And if you show me a sign
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| Then I’ll be willin' to be movin'
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| Yes i’ll be willin' to be movin' |