We’re still in Wisconsin
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As far as I know
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Today was Green Bay and
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Tomorrow Chicago
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Wish I was lying
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But there isn’t much to report
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My phone is dying
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So I got to keep it short
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I just wanted to say, hey
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I’ve been writing you a road song
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It’s a cliche but hey
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That doesn’t make it so wrong
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And in between the stops at the Cracker Barrel
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And funny movies with Will Farrell
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I need someway to occupy my time
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So I’m writing you a road song
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I sure hope you don’t mind
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I bought you a light blue
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T-shirt last night
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From some band I couldn’t stand but
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There logo was all right
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Some kid threw a bottle on stage
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He had an arm like a pro
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I know it’s getting late
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I guess I should let you go
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But did I happen to say hey
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I’ve been writing you a road song
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Don’t run away cause hey
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I promise it won’t be too long
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And I know it’s not what you’d call necessary
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And I know that I’m no Steve Perry
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Even if you roll your eyes and groan
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I’m still writing you a road song
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That you can call your own
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A Road Song
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| America |
