| The interstates and eighteen wheelers
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| The sketches on the rest stop bathoom stalls
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| I call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all
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| The odometer is hypnotizing
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| The tires turn the dirt for miles and miles
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| I wanna see the Nashville skyline
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| If only for awhile
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| Cause I heard about the party last night
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| I heard that there were drugs and fist fights
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| When all I see are miles of streetlights
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| That’s when I miss home
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| So I try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it
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| Cause you’re still three shy
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| Don’t you forget it’s not a party when we’re gone
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| And if the cops come by
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| Have a drink and tell them this one’s for the boys
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| And I will try to forget that I’m gone
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| A thousand miles until the ocean
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| Casinos sit a couple miles ahead
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| The city’s in the rearview mirroi, Tennessee’s in bed
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| Now I’m drinking at the Blackjack table
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| A cigarette is hanging from my lips
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| My head is spinning round in circles as I take a sip
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| Cause I heard you split a cab home last night
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| I hope you found your way home alright
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| Cause underneath a sea of bright lights
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| I feel alright here |