Down a lonesome Georgia highway
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Ridin' on a mountain breeze
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You can feel that engine roarin'
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You can hear them tires scream
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Thunderbird
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Legend has it, it was twilight
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Some thirty years ago
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They say Mary's momma begged her
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Please don't ride in Billy Joe's
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Thunderbird
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But the race was on that Friday night
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Mary had to be by Billy's side
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Everybody in that Georgia town
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Knew that Thunderbird could fly
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He pulled up beside that Chevy
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Just like he'd done a thousand times
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They say Billy Joe kissed Mary
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Then blew that Chevy off the line
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Thunderbird
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But the race was on that Friday night
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Mary had to be by Billy's side
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Everybody in that Georgia town
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Knew that Thunderbird could fly
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No one knows what really happened
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Or why Billy Joe drove off the edge
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They say the whole town searched for hours
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But they never found the wreck
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Thunderbird
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Down a lonesome Georgia highway
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Ridin' on a mountain breeze
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You can feel that engine roarin'
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You can hear them tires scream
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Thunderbird
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Oh, Thunderbird
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Thunderbird
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Oh, Thunderbird
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Thunderbirld
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| Steve Azar |
