| Two hearts, two bucket seats, too much sun not to wear shades.
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| Boot to the pedal and pedal to the metal, we’re the reason this road was paved
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| yeah.
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| Now honey, how fast you wanna go, NASCAR driving Miss Daisy.
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| Radio loud, radio low, or I can sing if you want me to baby.
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| I can tell God’s smiling down, I just get that feeling,
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| You and me going town to town, on two lanes of freedom.
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| Oh, no red lights or stop signs around for miles,
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| Just swaying trees, your hair in the breeze, and that smile, and I know
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| God made old country roads for driving and dreaming,
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| Mine’s coming true girl here with you on two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Bottle of wine and a cheap motel, door 12 feet from the road
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| Watch the sunset holding hands and talk about where we’re gonna go So where you wanna go? |
| (Where you wanna go?)
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| Where you wanna go? |
| (Where you wanna go?)
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| Where you wanna go? |
| (Where you wanna go?)
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| Where you wanna go? |
| (Where you wanna go?)
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| Babe, there’s no red lights or stop signs around for miles,
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| Just swaying trees, your hair in the breeze, and that smile, and I know
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| God’s working down from that sky blue ceiling,
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| He made these old country roads for driving and dreaming,
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| Mine’s coming true girl here with you on two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom.
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| Two lanes of freedom. |