| Driving north on 35 heading into the night
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| The sun’s getting easier for me to look at
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| I’ve been singing these songs about you Montana
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| For so long without ever even knowing it
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| The things that you can’t see
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| If you look you’ll find
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| They’ll deliver everything
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| Somewhere somehow I got everything backwards
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| From the gas tank to the engine
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| Ambition sets the pistons on fire
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| And when you feel the distance in an empty bed
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| Lord you’ll know that you’re the woman of a hard working guitar pickin' man
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| You know my dream has always been
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| A freight train leaving town
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| I grew up small town but I always knew I’d get out of that somehow
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| I’m barely breathing on this stage
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| But it’s keeping me alive
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| There’s nowhere I’d rather be
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| Than on my way home to you tonight
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| Driving north on 35 heading into the night
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| The suns getting easier for me to look at
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| Maybe Memphis, Tennessee, maybe New Orleans
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| Maybe Arizona, I guess we’ll see |