I don't care if it's a highway or a dirty county road
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I don't care if I'm leaving or coming home
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I don't know if it's the song on that too loud radio
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I don't know if it's the smell of that burning smoke
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Here I go
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Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from a gun
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Putting miles on me and the wheels I'm rollin' on
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Slide on over baby and I'll take you for a ride
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I just like to drive
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Well, I just like to drive
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Well I love to feel my worn out boots stompin' on the gas
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Love to see your bare feet tappin' on the dash
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Love to see your hand girl swinging in the breeze
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And I'm done burning up a tank of gasoline
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Smells so sweet
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Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from a gun
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Putting miles on me and the wheels I'm rollin on
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Slide on over baby and I'll take you for a ride
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I just like to drive
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Well, I just like to drive
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Headed out to nowhere like a bullet from the gun
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Putting miles on me and the wheels I'm rolling on
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Slide on over baby and I'll take you for a ride
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I just like to drive
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Well, I just like to drive
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Well, I just like to drive
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Well, I just like to drive
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Drive
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| Casey James |
