So many mornings of so many days
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I'm just dreamin' out my window of going away
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I dream of white lines, cigarette stops
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Broken down shoulders, rusty old trucks
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I wanna buy your truck
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I don't like what I'm doing
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I want to give it up
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I want to do something else
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I like the way that it shines
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Hey, I'm really stuck
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In this life of mine
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I wanna buy your truck
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And the dust devil drive shafts, the mirrored mirages
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Broken silhouettes, falling down garages
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Chrome grill reflections just out of the lights
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On to the pavement, into the night
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I wanna buy your truck
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I don't like what I'm doing
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I want to give it up
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I want to do something else
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I like the way that it shines
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Hey, I'm really stuck
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In this life of mine
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I wanna buy your truck
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When I get to the ocean
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I'm going to drive right in
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And when it stops
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I'm going to get out and swim
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I wanna buy your truck
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I don't like what I'm doing
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I want to give it up
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I want to do something else
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I like the way that it shines
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Hey, I'm really stuck
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In this life of mine
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I wanna buy your truck
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I like the way that it shines
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Hey, I'm really stuck
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In this life of mine
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I wanna buy your truck
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I Wanna Buy Your Truck
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
