| It’ll feel like I’m still gone
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| 'Til I feel those wheels touch down
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| 'Til I breathe that familiar air, run my fingers through your hair
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| I’ll be alone, out on the road
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| It’ll feel like I’m still gone
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| 'Til I see that rusty sign
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| Population you and me, that one red light starts turnin' green
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| And I’ll be home, yeah I’ll be home
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| Where everybody knows everybody else
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| Ain’t no such thing as the top shelf
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| Good times flowin'
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| Dancin' in the light of a jukebox glowin'
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| There’s only one station on the radio
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| And we’ll crank it up baby loud as it’ll go
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| And it’s you I’m holdin'
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| Don’t you know that’s where I’m goin'
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| I’ve been gone too long
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| But you can’t make me forget
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| The smell of that ol' diesel smoke, my old man pullin' out the choke
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| 'Round and 'round and 'round this town we’d go
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| Where everybody knows everybody else
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| Ain’t no such thing as the top shelf
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| Good times flowin'
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| Dancin' in the light of a jukebox glowin'
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| There’s only one station on the radio
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| And we’ll crank it up baby loud as it’ll go
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| And it’s you I’m holdin'
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| Don’t you know that’s where I’m goin'
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| Where I’m goin'
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| Where I found true love and I let it go
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| Climbed a Greyhound bus on a dead end road
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| And I took me just as far as it would go
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| But she took me back, so I’m goin' back home
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| Where everybody knows everybody else
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| Ain’t no such thing as the top shelf
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| Good times flowin'
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| Dancin' in the light of a jukebox glowin'
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| There’s only one station on the radio
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| And we’ll crank it up baby loud as it’ll go
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| And it’s you I’m holdin'
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| Don’t you know that’s where I’m goin'
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| Where I’m goin'
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| Don’t you know that’s where I’m goin'
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| Where I’m goin'
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| Don’t you know that’s where I’m goin' |