| Mile marker 2003
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| The gas gauge leaning on the edge of 'E'
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| And i’ll be danged if the rain aint pourin' down
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| Somethings smokin' underneath the hood
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| Theres a bangin' and a clangin' and it cant be good
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| And it’s another 50 miles to the nearest town
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| Everything I own’s in the back in a Hefty bag
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| Imm out of cigarettes and Im down to my last drag
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| I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Nothin' up ahead or in the rearview mirror
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| Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
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| I’m in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
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| So God help me keep me movin' somewhere
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| Dont let me start wishin' I was with her now
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| Ive made it this far without cyin' a single tear
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| And i’d sure hate to break down here
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| A hundred fifty thousand miles ago
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| Before the bad blood and busted radio
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| You said I was all you’d ever need
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| But love is blind and little did i know
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| That you were just another dead-end road
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| Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
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| Baby, leaving you was easier than being gone
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| Don’t know what i’ll do if one more thing goes wrong
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| Its too late to turn around
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| I’d sure hate to break down here
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| Mile marker 215 |