| She whispered I love you and come back to me
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| As I climbed up inside of this old Diamond T
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| Could have been a doctor or a lawyer by trade
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| But that ain’t the choice that I made
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| The life of a skinner gets under your skin
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| Too many highways and I’m leaving again
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| She could have been famous up on the screen or on stage
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| But that ain’t the choice that she made
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| Too many highways, too many byways
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| Too many canyons and too many turns
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| Too many bright lights, too many long nights
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| And she’s one bridge I don’t want to burn
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| I hate to leave her with tears in her eyes
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| The longer I leave her the harder she cries
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| God it beats working but driving’s a chore
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| I don’t have a choice any more
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| Like snow on the mountains and ice in the curbs
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| Leaving her lonely is sure hell on her nerves
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| If I can’t take her with me, I can’t take the load
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| A man needs a friend on the road
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| Too many highways, too many byways
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| Too many canyons and too many turns
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| Too many bright lights, too many long nights
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| And she’s one bridge I don’t want to burn |