Makin' my way past Tullahoma,
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Better pick up the pace.
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I'm traveling with a three ring circus,
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Headed for Santa Fe.
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I finally found a radio station
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And it's keepin' me wide awake.
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And just when I like what I hear playing
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That's when it starts fading away.
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We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
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A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans
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Looking for a place to top off the propane
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Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
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The cabinet doors keep swinging open each time I make a left
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The only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight west
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We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
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A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans
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Looking for a place to top off the propane
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Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
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Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
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Rise
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You'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified
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Well don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those gears
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It's no man's land 'til the Rio Grande
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Driving through the sand and we're just out here
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Stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
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A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans
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Looking for a place to top off the propane
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Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
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Little house on the highway
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Little House On The Highway
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| Kellie Pickler |
