| You know my rig’s a little old
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| But that don’t mean she’s slow
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| There’s a flame from her stack
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| And that’s her smoke blowing black as coal
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| Well my home town’s coming in sight
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| And if you think I’m happy you’re right
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| Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home tonight (x3)
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| Sit back baby I’ll tell ya what I’m gonna do
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| I’m gonna buy a jar of mustard and have a talk with you
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| Cause you could make me happy
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| And you could make me quit
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| But I’m not quitting now so
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| Grab a pillow and please
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| Just sit back baby
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| Find a comfortable spot on the floor
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| I always looked up to you
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| And I don’t have to prove it any more
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| Well you could bite my ear off
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| But that’s not the worst of it
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| But I don’t want to argue I just want to talk
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| So please sit back baby
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| I gotta take a leak on the fire
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| And a batch of clean towels are getting warm and fluffy in the dryer
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| And life can be so dangerous
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| Let’s enjoy what’s left of it
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| Why don’t you smile and throw all your worries in the flames and just sit |