| Well, I kinda took my uncle’s Cadillac
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| My mind was mind 'nd my bags were packed
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| and that GPS was set for Tennessee
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| And no books to keep, no buisness suit
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| no weeds to grew beneath these boots
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| won’t nobody here be missin' me
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| well I can’t keep hangin round this continental breakfast town
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| I’ve done all the damage i can do
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| So I,
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| better get on down the road
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| fast as I can go
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| gonna let these big wheels roll
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| Crank up that radio
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| Pull my hat down low
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| Get on down the road
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| Yeah, There’s places that I wanna see
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| and there’s people that I need to meet
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| and there’s parties, I should be tending to
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| So if I find some pretty girl
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| that rings my bell, rocks my world
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| I say baby I’m just passin through
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| I don’t like to see’em cry
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| Don’t like to say goodbye
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| So there ain’t much left for me to do
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| So I,
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| Better get on down the road
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| Fast as I can go
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| gunna let these big wheels roll
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| crank up that radio
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| Pull my hat down low
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| Get on down the road
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| Yeah, I’ve always had the gift you see
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| Knowin' when it’s time for me to leave
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| So let me leave you with this
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| Oh I,
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| Better get on down the road
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| As fast as I can go
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| Gonna let these big wheels roll
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| Crank up that radio
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| Pull my Hat down low and get on down the road
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| Yeah I,
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| Better get on down the road
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| As fast as I can go
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| Gonna let these big wheels roll
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| Crank up that radio
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| Pull My hat down low and Get on down the
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| Better get on down the road
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| Yeah I,
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| gonna get on down the road |