Weathered sign on the marquee
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An old film playing at the show
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He could tell by the clouds up top
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And old northern was about to blow
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So he hopped in his pick-up truck
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Steered it on down the road
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There he picked up his dark-haired beauty
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Drove on down nice and slow, singing
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This is my girl
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This is my world
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A lovers¡¯ tune on the stereo
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Cool breeze blowin¡¯ through her hair
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He whispers to her soft and low
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And quietly she stares
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He says I know I could be a movie star
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I know that you could be my wife
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I was thinking at work today
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I wanna leave with you tonight, because
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You are my girl
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You are my world
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They drive on past midnight
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Wishing on stars as they go
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Two young believers
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Too young to know
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Like a man in a story book
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He takes off down the open road
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Taking off to God knows where
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He¡¯s taking off just to go
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Drive On
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| Jack Ingram |
