| A wild haired country boy had his silver dream
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| Ticked to the highways see the city scenes
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| Jumped him some free rides just anywhere to bound
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| Have him some good times in big city towns
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| I had to get around
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| I rode the LA freeway to see Bolder Maine
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| And every town was beautiful and it’s all way in between
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| Made friends I’d like to see again while makin' me some tracks
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| But the strongest memories of all is callin' me back
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| Callin' me back
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| To that Oklahoma mountain where the dream all began
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| Where the old hooter is callin' and the colors never end
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| When the grandmother’s lovin' is stronger than the smoke blowin' from the stack
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| Lord it’s callin' me back
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| Callin' me back callin' me back
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| I had my chance to wander had my chance to roam
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| Many town have almost made me feelin' home
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| But my heart took me in a circle I had a lesson left to learn
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| The highway gives a freedom but the soul must return
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| It wanna return
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| To that Oklahoma mountain where the dream all began…
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| To that Oklahoma mountain where the dream all began…
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| To that Oklahoma mountain where the dream all began… |