| Every evenin' when the sky gets dark
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| I meet my baby in the trailer park
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| Her Mom and Dad don’t have the slightest idea
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| What their little girl is doin' out behind the water tank
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| She was just a baby when her family hit the road
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| And travellin’s the only life she‘s ever known
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| Road map was her Bible and Momma sang this song went
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| God Bless Our Mobile Home
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| And it`s hey, hey. |
| hey for the open road again
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| As we roll along the lonely metric miles
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| And it’s, hey, home is anyplace she’s never been
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| And she’ll be home in just a little while
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| Fiberglass curtains, aluminum sides
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| The furniture is genuine naugahide
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| Microwave kitchen in a compact space
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| Decals and bumper stickers from everyplace
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| She tells me she loves me
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| But I know it can’t last
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| She’s a girl with a portable past
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| I’ll wake up some morning and she’ll be gone
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| God bless her mobile home
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| And it`s hey, hey. |
| hey for the open road again
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| As we roll along the lonely metric miles
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| And it’s, hey, home is anyplace she’s never been
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| And she’ll be home in just a little while
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| Yes folks, I remember the first time I ever saw that girl
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| And I know tonight there’s a lot of lonely truckers
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| And mobile home drivers all over this great land of ours
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| In big rig truck stops and KOA camps all around the country
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| Drinkin' their fifteenth cup of coffee and puttin'
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| Their cigarettes out in their mashed potatoes
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| Each one of them dreamin' about that little
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| Sampler she knitted
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| The one that said «God Bless Our Mobile Home.»
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| And it`s hey, hey. |
| hey for the open road again
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| As we roll along the lonely metric miles
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| And it’s, hey, home is anyplace she’s never been
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| And she’ll be home in just a little while |