| Flashing headlights, rainy midnights
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| Highballing 'round Baltimore
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| Rear view mirror, I’m jamming gears
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| I can almost see her waiting at the door
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| So I’m hugging that line with my pedal
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| Up against the floor
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| And it’s three more days, two lonely nights
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| I’ll be back holding my baby tight
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| Come on, roll wheels roll, diesel pour it on
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| She makes the coming home worth the being gone
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| She makes the coming home worth the being gone
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| High school football, six foot too tall
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| Homecoming queen, love at first sight
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| Now you’re looking at a man who never really
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| Planned to settle down so soon but, hey, that’s alright
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| 'Cause I got a lotta love and a job
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| That I kinda like
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| And it’s three more days, two lonely nights
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| I’ll be back holding my baby tight
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| Come on, roll wheels roll, diesel pour it on
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| She makes the coming home worth the being gone
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| She makes the coming home worth the being gone
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| Come on, roll wheels roll, diesel pour it on
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| She makes the coming home worth the being gone
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| She makes the coming home worth the being gone |