| It’s floating in the wind, you can see it in the air
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| Where I come from, man, it’s everywhere
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| Coming up in a cloud behind a one way plow
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| Colors up the sky when the sun goes down
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| Oh, drifting up and down that main street drag
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| Oh, baby wrote her name in it on the dash
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| Dust in the rearview, heading to see her
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| Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers
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| Dust on my boots, dust on my truck
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| Probably got a little running in my blood
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| From the road I ride with that laid back seat
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| She’s sitting in on the passenger side
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| Everything I know, everything I love
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| Covered up in dust
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| When the moon comes up it kinda settles on down
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| But we stir it back up when we’re riding around
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| Dust on the top of a cold beer can
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| Before I take a sip I wipe it off with my hand
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| Oh, couple of days without no rain
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| Oh, she could spot me coming from a mile away
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| Dust in the rearview, heading to see her
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| Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers
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| Dust on my boots, dust on my truck
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| Probably got a little running in my blood
|
| From the road I ride with that laid back seat
|
| She’s sitting in on the passenger side
|
| Everything I know, everything I love
|
| Is covered up in dust
|
| Oh, drifting up and down that main street drag
|
| Oh, baby wrote her name in it up on the dash
|
| Dust in the rearview, heading to see her
|
| Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers
|
| Dust on my boots, dust on my truck
|
| Probably got a little running in my blood
|
| From the road I ride with that laid back seat
|
| She’s sitting in on the passenger side
|
| Everything I know, everything I love
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| Is covered up in dust
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| Is covered up in dust
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| Is covered up in dust
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| Is covered up in dust |