| Well, when I was just a little bitty kid
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| I remember one time Mommy said
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| «Daddy sends you all his love from 'Frisco Bay»
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| Well I didn’t understand till I was grown
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| Why my Daddy didn’t spend a little time at home
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| Instead of running round the country that way
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| Woh, I’m looking at the world through a windshield
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| Seeing everything in a little bit different light
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| I got a sweet little thing that I’m dying to see in Nashville
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| And I’m down around Dallas and roll on south tonight
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| Well, long strips of rubber that you see
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| Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me
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| And they’ll rot along the highways in this land
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| I’m gonna write my name in this diesel smoke
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| And let the ones that come along behind me choke
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| And try to keep this pace I’m setting anytime that they can
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| Woh, I’m looking at the world through a windshield
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| Watching it fly by me on the right
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| I got a sweet little thing that I’m dying to see in Nashville
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| And I’m down around Dallas and roll on south tonight
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| Well, I push this rig through the sleet and rain
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| And I’ve driven through the rough terrain
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| Of the rockies to the docks of old L. A
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| On down that old Pacific shore
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| I swing north and head for Baltimore
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| Or some place 'bout 2000 miles away
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| Woh, I’m looking at the world through a windshield
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| Watching it fly by me on the right
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| I got a sweet little thing that I’m dying to see in Nashville
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| And I’m down around Dallas and roll on south tonight
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| And I’m down around Dallas and roll on south tonight |