| Out on Highway 64
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| Sat a Mustang and a GTO
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| They were revvin' engines and talkin' trash
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| They’d run for titles, they’d run for cash
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| All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
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| There’d be no backin' out of this
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| They were â€~bout to see who was the best
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| They were on the mark and set to go
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| Ready to rock and a-ready to roll
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| All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
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| Well, the engines screamed and the rubber burned
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| As the Mustang hit its fourth turn
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| And the GTO was a-closin' fast
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| You could see the smoke, you could smell the gas
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| All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
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| I never knew who won the race
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| They disappeared without a trace
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| Every time I drive that stretch of road
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| I feel a chill runnin' through my bones
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| All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
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| All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line |