| Me and Ace and Billy Joe
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| «Born To Run» on the radio
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| Doin' 95 down Rock Springs road
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| Racin' the Tennessee sun
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| We stuck it on the hometown games
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| And played chicken with midnight trains
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| Oh, time is slow
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| We were insane
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| Rebels on the run
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| And we made a beer bottle pact
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| Behind Burley’s store
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| That we would always be one for all
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| And all for one
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| Rebels on the run…
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| Heather Reed was our sheriff’s kid
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| It was me and her and a half pint of gin
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| Went further than we’d ever been
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| Right there in my shotgun
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| I was country boy
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| She was country club
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| Her momma said I’d never measure up
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| We left that town in a trail of dust
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| Like rebels on the run
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| We made a class ring pact in a Motel 6
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| That we were gonna stay in that crazy love
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| And be forever young
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| Rebels on the run…
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| Now Billy Joe sells ATV’s
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| Old Ace wound up marrying Heather Reed
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| And every now and then they give me a ring
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| And ask me if I’m ever gonna grow up
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| No, I’m a rolling stone and a ramblin' man
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| On the road with some boys in a band
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| Ain’t nothin' out there I’d rather be than a
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| Rebel on the run
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| We made a beer bottle pact
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| Behind Burley’s store
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| That we would always be one for all
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| And all for one
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| Rebels on the run
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| Rebels on the run |