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Six feet of snow comin' through my radio |
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It's rainin' in stilettos from here clear down to Mexico |
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My hands they're numb from hangin' on that |
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Steering wheel |
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They're frozen tight, hope the wind |
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Don't blow me off the road tonight |
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Don't you know the ice and snow |
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Is sneakin' in through my windows |
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Don't you know how much I hate to |
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Be so cold and so alone |
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I'm comin' home |
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If it wasn't for the lines that wind side by side |
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I'd be lying next to her, next to her tonight |
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Sweet New Orleans, that's where my girl |
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She waits for me |
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Hair so long and eyes so green |
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She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen |
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Don't you know the ice and snow |
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Is sneakin' through this boy's window |
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Don't you know how much I hate to |
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Be so cold and so alone |
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I'm comin' home |
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If it wasn't for the lines that wind side by side |
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I'd be lying next to her, next to her tonight |
