| Embers in the ashtray
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| Six-pack down behind my seat
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| One hand up on the wheel
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| Eat A Peach playin' on repeat
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| Got my baby at my side
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| Her hair whippin' all in the wind
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| The last time I felt this good
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| I can’t remember when
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| Listen to the Goodyear’s roll
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| Hummin' through the radio
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| Let it lighten up your load
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| Ain’t got no place to go
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| Watching those fence poles fly
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| As the miles roll by
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| Nothin' but blue skies
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| Hangin' over you and I
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| Ain’t lookin' for direction
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| Don’t need it if it don’t come free
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| A billboard says «Trust the Lord»
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| A piece of country I ain’t never seen
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| Nobody wavin' in the rearview
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| Just put the pedal to the floor and drive
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| Don’t it feel so good to you?
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| I feel so alive
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| Listen to the Goodyear’s roll
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| Hummin' through the radio
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| Let it lighten up your load
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| Ain’t got no place to go
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| Watching those fence poles fly
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| As the miles roll by
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| Nothin' but blue skies
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| Hangin' over you and I
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| Her painted toes on the dash
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| Her hand on my knee
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| She ain’t looking out the window
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| Cause she’s too busy lookin' at me
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| Yeah
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| Listen to the Goodyear’s roll
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| Hummin' through the radio
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| Let it lighten up your load
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| Ain’t got no place to go
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| Watching those fence poles fly
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| As the miles roll by
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| Nothin' but blue skies
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| Hangin' over you and I
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| Nothin' but blue skies
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| Hangin' over you and I |