Well, you can have the truck and the stuff
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Baby, you can have the house
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Yeah, you and your lawyer and your new boyfriend
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Can all sort it out.
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What's left of my pride and these two wheels are all I need
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To take me away from somewhere I don't wanna be
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Baby I'm gone.
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When you read these words, I'll be a blur of chrome
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I wanna ride, watch the heat waves rise
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I wanna feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair
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I'll know where I'm goin' when I get there.
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From what I hear, the beer is cheap down in Mexico
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I wouldn't mind bein' where they speak a language I don' know
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The altitude of the Rockies might be what I need
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If anybody ever asks about what happened to me
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Tell 'em I'm gone.
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When you read these words, I'll be a blur of chrome
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I wanna ride, watch the heat waves rise
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I need to feel the sun n my face and the wind in my hair
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I'll know where I'm goin' when I get there.
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And if I miss a turn, it won't make a bit of difference
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Baby, where we're concerned, all I need is distance
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Baby, I'm gone.
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I need to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair
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I'll know where I'm goin' when I get there
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Baby I'm gone.
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Ooh, gone
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Oh, I'm going, yeah
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I'm taking my heart and I'm hittin' the road of these two wheels
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Baby, I'm gone.
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Gone, gone, gone.
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Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone, yeah...
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When I Get There
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| Chris Cagle |
