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Baby, what do you say we just get lost?
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Leave this one horse townlike two rebels without a cause.
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I got people in Boston.
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Ain't your daddy still in Des Moines?
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We can pack up tomorrow.
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Tonight, let's flip a coin
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Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
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Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
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Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
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Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
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Somewhere together. I've got a quarter.
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Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
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We can load what we own in the back of a U-haul van.
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Couple modern day Moses', searchin for the promised land.
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We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas.
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We can drive for a day, and then we'll take a look at the map.
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Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
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Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
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Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
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Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
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Somewhere together. I've got a quarter.
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Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
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We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a Greyhound bus.
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Boy, we're bound to outrun the bad luck that's tailin' us
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Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
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Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer.
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Up in the mountains, down by the ocean.
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Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
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Somewhere together. I've got a quarter.
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Heads, Carolina Tails, California.
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O--oh, California! Carolina! California!
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Heads Carolina, Tails California
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| Jo Dee Messina |
