Twenty miles of mem'ries till I pass right by your home
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And I always wonder if you're a little disturb as this big rig roars along
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Cause I know you haven't forgotten when we had so much love to give
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And that's why I'd rather die than drive through the town where you live
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I always notice your two Cadillacs and your twenty acre lawn
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And that big house of stone and marble looks so empty and so alone
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And the tears they blur my vision as I picture you there with him
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And I'd rather drive a thousand miles around the town where you live
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I remember when you said that a truck driving man
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Couldn't give you the things you desire
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And your hands look better with diamonds
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And you'd rather ride the chauffer driven car
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Well I guess that tonight you've got all these things
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But are you missin' the love I can give
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If you are then darling be waiting when I pass
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Through the town where you live
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If you're lonely then darling be waiting when I pass
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Through the town where you live
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Town Where You Live
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| Mel Street |
