Here we go!
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Well I kinda took my uncle's cadillac,
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my mind was made and my bags were packed
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And that gps was set for Tennessee
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No books to keep, no business suit, no weeds will grow beneath these boots, won't nobody here be missin me
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Well I can't keep hangin round this continental breakfast town, I've done all the damage I can do
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So I better get on down the road,
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as fast as I can go
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Gonna let these big wheels roll,
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and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road
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Yeah there's places that I wanna see and people that I need to meet
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And there's parties I should be tendin to
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So if I find me a pretty girl who rings my bell and rocks my world I'll say "baby, I'm just passin through"
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Well I don't like to see em cry,
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I don't like to say goodbye, so there aint much left for me to do
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So I better get on down the road,
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as fast as I can go
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Gonna let these big wheels roll,
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and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road
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Yeah I've always had the gift you see,
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Of knowin when it's time to leave,
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So let me leave you with this,
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So I better get on down the road,
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as fast as I can go
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Gonna let these big wheels roll,
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and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road
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Yeah I better get on down the road,
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as fast as I can go
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Gonna let these big wheels roll,
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and crank up that radio, pull my hat down low, and get on down the road
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Yeah I better get on down the road
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Yeah I better get on down the road
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Yeah I better get on down the road, c'mon
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Get On Down The Road
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| Frankie Ballard |
