| I was driving doing nothing
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| On the shores of Great Salt Lake
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| When they put it on the air
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| I put it in the hammer lane
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| I soon forgot myself
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| And I forgot about the brake
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| I forgot about all laws
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| And I forgot about the rain
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| They were talking on the 9
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| And all across the amy band
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| Across the road they were turning around
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| And headed south with me
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| It got so crowded on the road
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| I started driving in the sand
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| My head was feeling scared
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| But my heart was feeling free
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| The desert turned to mud
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| It seems that everybody heard
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| Everybody was remembering
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| To forget they had the chills
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| And I heard the voices on a broadcast
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| From up on the bird
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| They were getting interviewed
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| By some good man whose name was Bill
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| I’m almost there to Vegas
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| Where they’re puttin' on a show
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| They’ve come so far
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| I’ve lived this long, at least
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| I must just go and say hello |