| We used to chase that Chattanooga freight
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| Couple of kids in a Chevrolet
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| Catch a little air when we cross the tracks
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| Sipping on something from a paper sack
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| You hang your shirt on that maple limb
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| Slipping through the moon to the river bend
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| Wasn’t very long til I was jumping in, jumping in
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| I guess I’m still doing now what I was doing then
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| Chasing you like a shot of whiskey
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| Burning going down, burning going down
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| Chasing you like those goodbye taillights
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| Heading west to anywhere out of this no where town
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| Chasing that freedom, chasing that feeling that got gone too soon
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| Chasing that you and me, I only see in my rear view
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| Yeah I’m laying here tonight holding someone new
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| Still chasing you, still chasing you
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| You always used to talk about LA
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| I heard you got as far as Santa Fe
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| Oh wait, you know I tried to track you down
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| I only got as far as Guitar Town
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| Singing about a girl I used to know, used to know
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| Well you should know that I haven’t given up
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| I’m just on your radio
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| Chasing you like a shot of whiskey
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| Burning going down, burning going down
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| Chasing you like those goodbye taillights
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| Heading west to anywhere out of this no where town
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| Chasing that freedom, chasing that feeling that got gone too soon
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| Chasing that you and me, I only see in my rear view
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| Yeah I’m laying here tonight holding someone new
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| Still chasing you, still chasing you
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| Chasing you like a shot of whiskey
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| Burning going down, burning going down
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| Chasing you like those good bye taillights
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| Heading west to anywhere out of this no where town
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| Chasing that freedom, chasing that feeling that got gone too soon
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| Chasing that you and me, I only see in my rear view
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| Yeah I’m laying here tonight holding someone new
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| Still chasing you, still chasing you
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| Still chasing you, still chasing you |