Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven.
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I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection.
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Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go.
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I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down.
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And your voice last night on the telephone said you wouldn't be there when I got home
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So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south.
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The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel.
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My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread.
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By tomorrow morning, I could be dead. Baby, maybe you were right all along.
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You said you couldn't stay with a man who was always going away,
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And all you wanted to do was settle down.
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You wanted to buy that little trailer, out on the edge with the money you saved.
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It had a carport, a colour TV and no place to turn around.
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[Chorus]
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Remember that winter when the lake froze over,
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We drove out there after we'd unloaded,
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We revved that truck and we spun it 'round and 'round.
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Then we left it idling out on that ice,
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Crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight.
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Baby, I'm sure on thin ice now.
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[Chorus]
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Water In The Fuel
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| Kasey Chambers |
