(Dolly Parton/Gary Scruggs)
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Saw you turnin' down main street in your big, black fancy car
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You were dressed up fit to kill, with a pretty girl on your arm
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You spun around and you headed up town
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Where the neon lights all shine
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Left me choking in a cloud of dust
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You never pay me no mind
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You're livin' in the fast lane
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I guess I'm just too slow
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I never wore silk or fancy furs
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Just plain ole calico
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I'll never be a fast lane lover
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And they're the only kind you take up town
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I am just a country road
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That you keep turnin' down
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If you ever hit a dead end street
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If it's love that you're looking for
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You can always turn around
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And beat a path right to my door
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Do I have to draw you a map
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You seem to know your way around
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So when you're tired of spinnin' your wheels
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Baby, we can go to town
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You're livin' in the fast lane
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I guess I'm just too slow
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I never wore silk or fancy furs
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Just plain ole calico
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I'll never be a fast lane lover
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And they're the only kind you take up town
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I am just a country road
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That you keep turnin' down
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I am just a country road
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That you keep turnin' down
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You're livin' in the fast lane
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I guess I'm just too slow
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I never wore silk or fancy furs
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Just plain ole calico
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Country Road
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| Dolly Parton |
