There's a cold wind from Alberta
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that carries me on down,
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From Greenbay to the Port shore
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this rig is homeward bound.
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Nothings gonna stop me
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from that boy of mine,
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It's pedal to the metal
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and ridin that red line.
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(Chorus)
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Forty tons of iron
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Sixteen hours to go,
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18 wheels to take me
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to the one that I love so.
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I know he's waiting for me
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and looking mighty fine,
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It's pedal to the metal
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and riding that red line.
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Springfield to St. Louie
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just said goodbye to me,
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I'm southbound like a nighbird
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on the wing and sailing free.
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The morning light will bring him
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I can see him in the view,
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My hauling days are over
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this run is nearly through.
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(Chorus 2x)
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The queen of my destiny
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riding on the wind
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I'm heading home again.
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Ridin' the Red Line
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Rhonda Vincent |