Two hearts, two bucket seats, too much sun not to wear shades.
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Boot to the pedal and pedal to the metal, we're the reason this road was paved yeah.
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Now honey, how fast you wanna go, NASCAR driving Miss Daisy.
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Radio loud, radio low, or I can sing if you want me to baby.
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I can tell God's smiling down, I just get that feeling,
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You and me going town to town, on two lanes of freedom.
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Oh, no red lights or stop signs around for miles,
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Just swaying trees, your hair in the breeze, and that smile, and I know
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God made old country roads for driving and dreaming,
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Mine's coming true girl here with you on two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Bottle of wine and a cheap motel, door 12 feet from the road
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Watch the sunset holding hands and talk about where we're gonna go
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So where you wanna go? (Where you wanna go?)
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Where you wanna go? (Where you wanna go?)
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Where you wanna go? (Where you wanna go?)
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Where you wanna go? (Where you wanna go?)
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Babe, there's no red lights or stop signs around for miles,
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Just swaying trees, your hair in the breeze, and that smile, and I know
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God's working down from that sky blue ceiling,
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He made these old country roads for driving and dreaming,
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Mine's coming true girl here with you on two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two lanes of freedom.
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Two Lanes Of Freedom
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| Tim McGraw |
