| Well I’m so tired of driving but here comes the highway
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| Don’t wanna go cold turkey
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| Ride with me Jesus so high on the mainline
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| It’s the last time I’ll drive Death Valley
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| Remember her kiss is like kerosene
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| The rest of her only a memory
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| Don’t feel so bad 'cause you made me A picture so clear
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| A picture so clear that it’s crystalline
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| Better run to the doctor, girl, run to the medicine
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| Don’t wanna go cold turkey
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| I’ll be your Napoleon be your crippled Alexander, but
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| Don’t wanna go up the country
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| Shame there’s nothing to hang it on Except for this wreck that you made of me
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| A blackbird singin' a moring song, sing along
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| Sing to the end of a century
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| Sing it Well I can’t stand the thought of many more miles, but
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| I don’t wanna go cold turkey
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| Here comes the highway can’t you see what it made me It’s the last time I’ll drive Death Valley
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| Remember her kiss is a kerosene
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| The exile lives in a memory
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| A scarecrow singin' a morning song, sing along
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| Sing to the end of a century
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| Are you still with me Jesus so high on the mainline
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| Don’t let me go up the country
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| Girl better run, better run for the medicine
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| Don’t let me go cold turkey
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| Don’t let me go cold turkey
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| Don’t wanna go |