| Headin' down the highway
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| An' I’m thinkin' about my girl
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| Tryin' to find a station with a song;
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| They estimate there’s 6 billion people in this world
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| And I spend my time wondering how
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| The other 5 billion, 9 hundred 99 million
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| 9 hundred an' 99 thousand, 9 hundred an' 99
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| Get along, get along
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| Gotta find a station, that can take me away
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| To where I wanna be before I’m gone;
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| To the little house above the beach
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| For I might buy one day
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| And there will be me an' that girl
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| Sittin' there watchin' the big ships on the horizon
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| Stocked up for whenever her children
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| Wanna drop by, for a while
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| Get along
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| Don’t try to flank it
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| Blind side of the dog
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| I’m eyeball deep an' all’s asleep
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| I never got to log
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| Freeway decent, six thirty show
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| It’s saying you’re not, but know I’m not
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| The only one out here
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| I drop her down a cog
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| Gotta paint the diesel
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| Pay the banks an' stay alive
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| Got away in Leeton
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| Just fill the tanks and drive
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| Headin' down the highway
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| An' I’m thinkin' about my girl
|
| Tryin' to find a station with a song
|
| Estimate there’s 6 billion people in this world
|
| And I spend my time wondering how
|
| The other 5 billion, 9 hundred 99 million
|
| 9 hundred an' 99 thousand, 9 hundred an' 99
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| Get along, get along
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| Get along |