| I left the cold and rain behind, I drove out west to Memphis
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| South across the Mississippi line, I rolled my window down
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| Big river runnin' on my right, turtles on the banks a walkin'
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| Don’t know how far I’m gonna get tonight, forty-nine keep on talkin'
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| Some roads are made for drivin' fast, and some roads are made for walkin'
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| Some roads are made to ease my mind, forty-nine keep on talkin'
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| Now me and her we called it love, what the hell did it matter
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| But when the pushin' came to shove, I didn’t have much to say
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| Guess I’m better off on my own, no she won’t hear me knockin'
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| This west bound lane gonna be my home, forty-nine keep on talkin'
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| Some roads are made for drivin' fast, some roads are made for walkin'
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| Some roads are made to ease my mind, forty-nine keep on talkin'
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| See the black girl with long blonde hair, up on top of the levee
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| What’s she thinkin' 'bout standin there, what does she see today
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| A dusty haze in the settin' sun, the crows on the wires watchin'
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| I let two miles turn into twenty-one, forty-nine keep on talkin'
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| Some roads are made for drivin' fast, some roads are made for walkin'
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| Some roads are made to ease my mind, forty-nine keep on talkin'
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| Some roads are made for drivin' fast, some roads are made for walkin'
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| It might be the road to ease my mind, forty-nine keep on talkin' |