Standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip
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Eyes like the beacons on a rocketship
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Just about the bottom of a bottle of gin
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She baits her hook and she reels'em in
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She's got a black leather jacket, with a patch on the back
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No imitation cajun gonna get to that
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Got a red bandana and a rose tattoo
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She got a mind of her own, nobody tells her what to do
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Diamonds, pearls hey hey hey
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They're for all the other girls
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Some women just don't need'em
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You can keep'em
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She goes putt putt, that's my queen
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Putt putt, on her big machine
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Putt putt, when the light turns green
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Putt putt, she's so mean
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Nothin' can stop my queen of the road
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Now if you wanna roll the dice, you can try your luck
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She can melt the ice of an ice cream truck
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Can't holler uncle, when you've had enough
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Her own brother won't fight her, cause the girl's so tough
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Devil of an angel, she's a one of a kind
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She's got a knucklehead harley and a one track mind
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Roadhouse reputation everywhere she goes
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As a big sled rider, she's a queen of the road
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From Pamona to Daytona, hey hey
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And every highway in-between
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There's not a one of'em she ain't seen
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Wooh you know what I mean
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And.. (Chorus)
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Now when the party's over and the lights come on
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Don't have to try to find her cause the girl is gone
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She slithered into second and away she goes
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My motorheaded mama is the queen of the road
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Chorus
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Putt putt.. (Chorus)
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Yeah
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Queen of the Road
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| Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |
