| It’s a long straight road and the engine is deep
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| I can’t help thinkin' of a good night’s sleep
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| And the long long roads of my life were a callin' me
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| These rough old hands are a-glued to the wheel
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| My eyes full of sand from the way they feel
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| And the lights comin' over the hill are a-blindin' me
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| It’s a long tough haul from a-way down south
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| A man’s gotta find a little bread for his mouth
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| And a home for a girl as sweet as my honey can be
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| So it’s down through the gears, she’s a-startin' to pull
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| The gauge on the tank is a-showin' they’re full
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| And the lights comin' over the hill are a-blindin' me
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| There’s rain on the road and I can feel the load start a-shiftin'
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| In a dance
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| Too late, I see the post and I haven’t got a ghost of a chance
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| Ah-hah-hah-no
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| The windscreen wipers are a-beatin' in time
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| The song they sing is a part of my mind
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| And I can’t believe it’s a-really happenin' to me
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| Oh, but I’m over the edge and down the mountain side
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| I know they’ll tell about the night I died
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| In the rain when the lights on the hill were a-blindin' me
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| Hey!
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| There’s rain on the road and I can feel the load start a-shiftin'
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| In a dance
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| Too late, I see the post and I haven’t got a ghost of a chance
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| Ah-hah-hah-no
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| The windscreen wipers are a-beatin' in time
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| The song they sing is a part of my mind
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| And I can’t believe it’s a-really happenin' to me
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| Oh, but I’m over the edge and down the mountain side
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| I know they’ll tell about the night I died
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| In the rain when the lights on the hill were a-blindin' me
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| In the rain when the lights on the hill were a-blindin' me |