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I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer |
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I patched a place in the floor that was bare |
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And we loaded up her barrel pony |
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And a riggin' bag is all that I had |
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Left with our suitcases filled with desire |
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Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires |
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Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in our room |
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Changes with each mile like a radio tune |
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We got up above, we'll make it on love |
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Under the rodeo moon |
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Sometimes we sleep in a hotel |
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When we're ridin' that hot hand of luck |
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Sometimes we crash at a friend's house |
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Sometimes we just sleep in the truck |
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At nighttime you'll find us out in the fast lane |
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Stayin' one step ahead of snow, wind, and rain |
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Yeah we left with our suitcases filled with desire |
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Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires |
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