| I’m going down to see my highway girl
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| She just came back from around the world
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| I’m gonna get me a gun, I’m gonna stand on guard
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| In a little white booth in her front yard.
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| Throwing rocks at her window what could
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| she do If you throw enough rocks one might break
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| through
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| Well she looked out her window when the
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| police came
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| To see a big tin man dancing in the rain.
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| Oh my little highway girl
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| Oh my little highway girl
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| She said, Don’t you think babe you push a bit too fast
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| I said, Slowing down don’t make it last
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| And a memory’s never gonna set you free
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| Go out and see that world and bring it home
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| to me.
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| Oh my little highway girl
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| Oh my little highway girl
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| Oh my little highway girl
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| Oh my little highway girl |