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I remember to this day
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The bright red Georgia clay
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And how it stuck to the tires
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After the summer rain
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Will power made that old car go
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A woman's mind told me that so
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Oh how I wish
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We were back on the road again
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Me and you and a dog named boo
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Travelin' and livin' off the land
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Me and you and a dog named boo
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How I love being a free man
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I can still recall
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The wheat fields of St. Paul
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And the morning we got caught
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Robbing from an old hen
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Old McDonald he made us work
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But then he paid us for what it was worth
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Another tank of gas
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And back on the road again
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I'll never forget the day
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We motored stately into big L.A.
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The lights of the city put settlin'
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Down in my brain
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Though it's only been a month or so
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That old car's buggin' us to go
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We've gotta get away and get back on
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The road again
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Me And You And A Dog Name Boo
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| Lobo |
