| It’s early morning on I-19
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| I ain’t got much for company
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| A pick-up truck, a brown Volvo
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| And a couple of jokers on the radio
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| I wish that it could stay like this
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| But soon I’ll have to put up with
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| The whole world and his Uncle Joe
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| Cluttering up my freedom road
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| When I was a boy I’d fantasize
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| About the freedom road. |
| I’d drive
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| A thousand miles before sundown
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| Father a child in every town
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| But a hundred thousand miles have passed
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| Between me and iconoclastic images
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| Of the freedom road
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| I wanna shed this heavy load
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| Well I’ve seen the power of the lightning storm
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| I’ve seen the endless ears of corn
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| I’ve seen the lakes at the break of day
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| And that shit takes my breath away
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| But if I were to even start
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| To tell them how it melts my heart
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| Never more would my truck-stop friends
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| Look me in the eye again
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| It’s early morning on I-19
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| A dreamer’s waking from his dream
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| A driver who has lost his way
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| Parks up his rig and walks away |