| That welcome sign at your county line
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| Might have a different name
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| We’re tearing up tobacco fields
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| You’re growing up the grain
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| We’re picking up the same beer
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| From different corner stores
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| I’m out here riding my roads
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| And you’re out there riding yours
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| But we’re all in the same truck
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| Heading down a different two lane
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| Kicking up the same dust
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| Praying for the same rain
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| Closing down the same bars
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| Different wishes on the same stars
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| Getting every mile out of these good years
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| Til the day he calls us up
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| We’re all in the same truck
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| Yeah we’re all in the same truck
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| Your angel might have blue eyes
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| But God made my girl’s green
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| And there’s different colored helmets
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| On our Friday night home teams
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| Yeah we’re all gonna get lost
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| And breakdown a time or two
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| But we’ll get it cranked back up
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| No matter what we gotta do
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| Cuz we’re all in the same truck
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| Heading down a different two lane
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| Kicking' up the same dust
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| Praying for the same rain
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| Closing down the same bars
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| Different wishes on the same stars
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| Getting every mile out of these good years
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| Til the day he calls us up
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| We’re all in the same truck
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| Yeah we’re all in the same truck
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| Oh we’re all trying to find our way home
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| Ain’t nobody gotta ride alone
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| Don’t take it fast man take it slow
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| Cuz life is like an old backroad
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| Cuz we’re all in the same truck
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| Heading down a different two lane
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| Kicking up the same dust
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| Praying for the same rain
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| Closing down the same bars
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| Different wishes on the same stars
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| Getting every mile out of these good years
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| Til the good Lord calls us up
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| We’re all in the same truck
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| Yeah we’re all in the same truck
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| Different names on the welcome signs
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| You got your roads I got mine
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| Cuz we’re all in the same truck
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| We’re all in the same truck |