| Highway Bill’s on the rotary still
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| And he can’t even feel the pain
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| Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder
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| That cut him right across his vein
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| Now he’s suckin' cigar and he’s shovelin' tar
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| In the crater of a turnpike terrain
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| He’s got only one hope, and he wants to elope
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| 'Cause Highway Jill is driving him insane
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| We gotta get on the road, destiny unbound
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| She’s the one for me we gotta get outta town
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| We gotta get on the road, destiny unbound
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| She’s the one for me we gotta get outta town
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| Highway Jill was a daffodil
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| With a cactus sense of pride
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| At the wheel of a tractor, she was quite an impactor
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| When the road rocks started to slide
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| She saw Bill drop his shovel on a pile of gravel
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| As he climbed up out of his ditch
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| She was wonderstruck when he climbed in her truck
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| He said, «I've been havin' this everlasting itch»
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| At first she was cold, she was ready to scold
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| This guy from the pit with a thing in his head
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| But then she thought twice when he melted her ice
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| With his passionate eyes she was energized
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| She started the ignition and without permission
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| The two of 'em flew down the dusty road
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| But the road wasn’t finished and the pavement diminished
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| They soared off the edge and they plunged in the sludge
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| She said, there isn’t even any road, our destiny was bound
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| We were the ones for us but now we’re in the ground
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| She said, there isn’t even any road, our destiny was bound
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| We were the ones for us but now we’re in the ground
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| She said, there isn’t even any road, our destiny was bound
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| We were the ones for us but now we’re in the ground
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| She said, there isn’t even any road, our destiny was bound
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| We were the ones for us but now we’re in the ground |