Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh
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I¡¯m rollin¡¯ down the Eastern Seaboard
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I¡¯ve got my diesel wound up
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She¡¯s running like she never did before
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There¡¯s a speed zone ahead, all right
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I don¡¯t see a cop in sight
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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I got ten forward gears
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And a sweet Georgia overdrive
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I¡¯m taking little white pills
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My eyes are open wide
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Well I just passed a ¡®Jimmy¡± and a ¡®White¡¯
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I¡¯ve been passin¡¯ everything in sight
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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Well, it seems like a month
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Since I kissed my baby good-bye
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Could have a lot of women
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But I¡¯m not like some other guys
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I could find one to hold me tight
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But I could never believe that it¡¯s right
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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Well the I.C.C. is checking on down the line
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I¡¯m a little overweight and my log¡¯s three days behind
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But nothing bothers me tonight
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I can dodge them scales all right
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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Well my rig¡¯s a little old
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That don¡¯t mean she¡¯s slow
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There¡¯s a flame from her stack
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And the smoke¡¯s rolling black as coal
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Well my hometown¡¯s coming in sight
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If you think I¡¯m happy you¡¯re right
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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Six days on the road and I¡¯m gonna see my baby tonight
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Six Days on the Road
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| Mudcrutch |
