I'd rather be home,
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But I make my livin' on the go
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Big silver eagle spreads her wings
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And drops us at another show
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I think about holdin' my baby tonight
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As I listin to the big wheels roll
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Three days into a six week tour,
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Gettin' in the rhythm of the road
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We pick and sing,
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Say ""goodnight"" then we'll be flyin'
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My world's a chain of one-night-stands
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Strung together by the center line
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I don't know where I'll wake up tomorrow,
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But I can't let the tempo slow
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Every town is just another beat,
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Livin' in the rhythm of the road
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The rhythm of the road's got a mind of its own
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If you find it it'll drive you insane
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Like the clackity-clack of a railroad track
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I'm rattlin' like an old freight train
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Towns are flashin' by, the folks are wavin' ""hi""
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They all start to look the same
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Gotta stop for a minute, be glad I'm in it
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Remember just why I came
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Those highway signs, Lord, they keep me on the move
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I think about givin' it up sometimes,
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And gettin' in a diff'ren groove
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But I just let the days slide by,
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Get goin' with the flow
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A four/four beat's the only time I keep,
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Livin' in the rhythm of the road
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A four/four beat's the only time I keep,
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Livin' in the rhythm of the road
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Livin' in the rhythm of the road
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Rhythm Of The Road
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| George Strait |
