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She follows the path of least resistance
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She doesn't care to see the mountain top
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She twists and turns with no regard to distance
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She never comes to a stop
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And she rolls, she's a river
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Where she goes, time will tell
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Heaven knows, he can't go with her
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And she rolls, all by herself
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All by herself
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He's headed for a single destination
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He doesn't care what's standing in his path
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He's a line between two points of separation
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He ends just where it says to on the map
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And he rolls, he's a highway
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Where he goes, time will tell
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Heaven knows, she can't go with him
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And he rolls, all by himself
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All by himself
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And every now and then, he offers her a shoulder
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And every now and then, she overflows
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And every now and then, a bridge crosses over
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It's a moment that every lover knows
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And she rolls (and he rolls)
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She's a river (he's a highway)
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Where she goes (where he goes)
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Time will tell (Time will tell)
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Heaven knows she can't go with him (he can't go with her)
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And she rolls all by herself
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And he rolls all by himself
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Fare thee well
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The River And The Highway
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| Pam Tillis |
