| Big Mac movin' down the highway sound. |
| Got it wide open and he’s southway bound.
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| I had my pack over my shoulder. |
| Somehow I don’t feel much older.
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| Captain layin' on the barroom floor. |
| Ain’t a-goin' back to that town no more.
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| Well, he said I looked funny, won’t leave me alone.
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| Mmm… Big Mac, move on now and take me home.
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| Take me where I can be free. |
| Take me where my lungs can breathe.
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| Big wheels hummin', hear the highway scream. |
| Big Mac movin' on through the rain.
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| Headlights playin' like an old the-a-ter. |
| If I don’t go now I can’t go later.
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| Velvet lady on a sunlit porch. |
| Cigarette burnin' like a noonday torch.
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| I stayed a little while and I stayed a little longer. |
| It got a little wild and
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| it got a little warmer.
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| Turn me loose and take me home.
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| Take me where I can be free. |
| Take me where my lungs can breathe. |