Yeah, yeah
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I like to hold your hand up high on the Ferris wheel
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And how front porch swingin' with you makes me feel
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Yeah, but when you pull up in your big ol' truck
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I can't climb up in it fast enough
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Cuz I'm your shotgun girl along for the ride
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Your dashboard drummer on a Saturday night
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Crankin' up Waylon, Willie and Merle
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So throw one arm around me now, honey
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We'll sling that gravel just like Bonnie and Clyde
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I'd ride with you all around the world
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Cuz boy I'm your shotgun girl
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Yeah, I'm your shotgun girl
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There's not a piece of road 'round here we ain't burned down
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Except that stretch that heads on outta town
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Yeah, whenever you need to feel that freedom
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Leave a little room for me
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Cuz I'm your shotgun girl along for the ride
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your dashboard drummer on a Saturday night
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Crankin' up Waylon, Willie and merle
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So throw one arm around me now, honey
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We'll sling that gravel just like Bonnie and Clyde
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I'd ride with you all around the world
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Cuz, boy, I'm your shotgun girl
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Yeah, I'm your shotgun girl
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Yeah I'm your shotgun girl along for the ride
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Your dashboard drummer on a Saturday night
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Crankin' up Waylon, Willie and Merle
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So throw one arm around me now, honey
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We'll sling that gravel just like Bonnie and Clyde
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I'd ride with you all around the world
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Cuz boy I'm your shotgun girl
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I'm your shotgun girl, yeah, yeah
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I'm calling shotgun baby, yeah, yeah
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Shotgun Girl
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| The JaneDear Girls |
