(W.L. Burnette/Phil Barnhart)
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Cracks in the windshield
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Nothin underneath the hood
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A dirt road through a cornfield
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That never looked so good
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As it does today
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She just might run away
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She stares out the window
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From the back of the house
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Wishin when the wind blows
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It would carry her down south
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Like a Cadillac
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Oh she'd never look back
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If a dream had a motor
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And wishes ran on gasoline
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If desire just had tires
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She'd be somewhere south of Abilene
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She can almost feel the chrome and steel
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If money grew in cornfields
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She'd be gone
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On anything with wheels
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She thinks about her mama's life
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Amd the boy down the road
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She knows he would treat her right
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But she can't see gettin old
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Broke down from the strain
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And prayin for the rain
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If a dream had a motor
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And wishes ran on gasoline
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If desire just had tires
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She'd be somewhere south of Abilene
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She can almost feel the chrome and steel
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If money grew in cornfields
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She'd be gone
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On anything with wheels
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A slow walk to the highway
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Breeze blowin through her hair
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With her best friend's suitcase
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And her thumb in the air
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She looks back toward town
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And a car slows down
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On anything with wheels
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She just might run away...
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Anything With Wheels
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| David Kersh |
