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song Prayer For The Road - Eli Young Band. I found it outside of Birmingham,. Headed to another place,. Took me 500 miles to get to the bottom of my suitcase,. Was in between a pair of jeans and
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I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again. And I can't wait to get on the road again. . On the road again. Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway. We're the best of friends
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I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again. And I can't wait to get on the road again. . On the road again. Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway. We're the best of friends
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I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again. And I can't wait to get on the road again. . On the road again. Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway. We're the best of friends
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Road man driving in the road van. He's got to beat the clock to the next town. Road man driving in the road van. I set up the sound system for the band. Road man slow it down. And you will get
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tiOpen Road. arBryan Adams. alRoom Service. Open Road. Bryan Adams. I'm sitting at the wheel. I got a green light. Not afraid of nothin' cuz heart and soul. I'm built for life. So let the engine roar
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Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed. Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold. Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold. I'll meet you further on up the road Got on my dead
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Song Kick The Dust Up - Luke Bryan. All week long it's a farming town. They're making that money grow. Tractors, plows with flashing lights. Backin up a two lane road. They take one last lap around
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band of gypsies we go down the highway. We're the best of friends. Insisting that the world keep turning our way. And our way, is on the road again. . Just can't wait to get on the road again. The
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On the road for forty days. Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze. Sweet, sweet Connie - doin' her act. She had the whole show and that's a natural fact. Up all night with Kerry King. I got
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change the dial. One little country station was all there was. Checking gates, fixing fence rows. That's how my story goes. If you want to know the real me,. Just turn the page in my dirt road diary
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You said, I was the backseat driver. You said, I was the backseat driver. You said, I was the backseat driver. You said, I was the backseat You said, I was the road map reader. You said, I was
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I wanna get high, but I never could take the pain. 'Cause it would blow away my soul like a hurricane. Like a one man band clapping in the pouring rain. If I know where I'm going, I don't know
