| She ain’t waiting 'til she gets older
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| Her feet are making tracks in the winter snows
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| She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder
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| She be headed where the thunder rolls
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| She got rhythm
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| Got that rhythm, of the road
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| She get crazy
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| Woman get crazy if she can’t go
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| Ah but ah, she just looking good
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| She comes like the secret wind
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| Shes as strong as the mountains, walks tall as a tree
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| She been there before, she’ll never give in
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| She’ll be gone tomorrow like the silent breeze
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| She got rhythm
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| Got that rhythm, of the road
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| She get crazy
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| She get crazy if she can’t go
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| Ah but ah, she just looking good
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| You know how sometimes, you got to rush
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| You’re running blind, but she jumps the gun
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| Question is, not does love exist, but when, she leaves, where she goes
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| I got a feeling she don’t know either
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| Wait like the wind, watch where she blows
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| Oh, oh, got that rhythm
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| That sweet rhythm, of the road
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| Oh, oh, oh she get crazy
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| Woman get crazy, if she can’t go
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| Oh, oh a looking good
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| Ah yes! |