| I packed it all on a whim
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| Threw an old Hank cassette tape in
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| Dad’s '84 rusty Ford
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| He swore we’d never make it
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| I quit my job, let my momma down
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| Broke an angel’s heart on the way out of town
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| Pulled my roots form the ground for
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| The hum of wheels on the blacktop
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| The strum of strings on the flattop
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| It’s a neon fever for a small town dreamer
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| Tells you everything you have is worth losing
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| Damn country music
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| You might get lost in the lights
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| The things that keep you up all night
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| Whiskey straight, 3 am
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| Chasing songs in your head
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| It’s the sweetest highs, the lowest lows
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| It’s needing «yes» and hearing «no»
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| Just another sold soul
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| Believe me, I know it’s
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| The hum of wheels on the blacktop
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| The strum of strings on the flattop
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| It’ll take you, break you
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| Damn sure make you do things
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| You never thought you’d be doing
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| Damn country music
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| When the money, the fame
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| The lights on your name all fade away
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| Well, you’ll still be a slave to
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| The hum of wheels on the blacktop
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| The strum of strings on the flattop
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| It’s a neon fever for a small town dreamer
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| Tells you everything you have is worth losing
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| Damn country music
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| Damn country music |