| On Charlie Patton Highway, the mist, the rain, the mud
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| Somewhere east of Tunica and I’m close to givin' up
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| This car goes 'round in circles, the road remains the same
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| For help and consolation, I’ll hit that dial again
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Mmm-mmm
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| I’m lost inside America, I’m turnin' inside out
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| I’m turnin' into someone else I heard so much about
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| I’m blinded by the neon, the righteous and the might
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| I’m stuck inside my radio, turn it on or let me out
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Oh, oh
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| Alone with disconnection and not a lonesome word
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| I reach out to the radio and the clinically disturbed
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| «Give it up,» the man says, «surrender and be saved»
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| He’ll drive away my demons, his help is on the way
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| So turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Oh, turn it up
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| A touch of serendipity, a little stroke of luck
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| The radio inside this car brings guidance from above
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| The smallest contribution will keep me in safe hands
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| I’m callin' 1−800, I ain’t leavin' it to chance
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Up
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| Turn it up
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| Oh-ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Turn |