There's a hell raising cowboy
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In your truck driving heart
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You've got the world narrowed down
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To four lanes
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But how could diesel blooded horses
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Ever drag you apart
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From the only girl who could ever
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Ease your pain
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She would follow your dreams
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To the farthest extremes
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But she needs more than just someone
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To be true to
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While it seems you just need someone sane
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Who can drive all that noise
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From your brain
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Well you can roll on forever
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Once you're out on your own
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Until you finally catch up
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To the truth
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Then all the signs run together
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And boy you're too far from home
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To leave Ruby Ann
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With the blues
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So you can go to extremes
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With your truck loving dreams
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But now you've just got yourself
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To be true to
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And it hurts but there's no one to blame
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But all of that noise
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On your brain
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Too Much Noise (Trucker's Waltz)
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| Earl Thomas Conley |
