Come on baby, let's get out of this town
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I got a full tank of gas
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With the top rolled down
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There's a chill in my bones
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I don't want to be left alone
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So baby you can sleep while I drive
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I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
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In my pocket I'll carry my harp
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I got some money I saved, enough to get underway
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And baby you can sleep while I drive
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We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe
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And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay
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I'll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans
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And in the morning you can tell me your dreams
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You know I've seen it before
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This mist that covers your eyes
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You've been looking for something that's not in your life
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My intentions are true, won't you take me with you
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And baby you can sleep while I drive
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Oh is it other arms you want to hold you
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The stranger, the lover, you're free
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Can't you get that with me
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Come on baby let's get out of this town
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I've got a full tank of gas
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With the top rolled down
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If you won't take me with you
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I'll go before night is through
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And baby you can sleep while I drive
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You Can Sleep While I Drive
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| Trisha Yearwood |
