| Mama used to pick me up in a black Jeep
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| Turn me to the countryside from the city streets
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| And my daddy wasn’t doing well, he wasn’t doing well
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| He tell me, «Go inside and say farewell, go and say farewell»
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| And pull over, let me out
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| Let me jump in the backseat, put the windows down
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| We got a black Jeep to get us over
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| We got a black Jeep for starting over
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| We got a black Jeep, it’s four wheel drive
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| We got a black Jeep, we’ll still survive
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| Then I went and hit the road like a track meet
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| And pull over when outside, yeah, I would sleep in the backseat
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| Yeah, I’m heading for the borderline, gonna be a star
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| So I can shine a little light up to where you are
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| And pull over, let me out
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| Let me jump in the backseat, put the windows down
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| We got a black Jeep to get us over
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| We got a black Jeep for starting over
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| We got a black Jeep, it’s four wheel drive
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| We got a black Jeep, we’ll still survive |