South bound rollin’ towards the 36 highway line
Double-wide piggy back trailer passin’ to my side
When I make town I’m not sure what I’ll do
I could win this race but I wanna lose
Breakin’ up is all my fault
Fallin’ down still starin’
Shoulda never got up
I’m half of the way to your town
You won’t even know at all that I was even around
Got new and old bad habits on this drive
Comin’ home next Sunday, pray that I’m still alive
All this late night drivin’s really bringin’ me down
The heat of the loneliness, The rumblin’ sound
Hardest part is bein’ alone
But the hateful part is comin’ home
I’m half of the way to your town
You won’t even know at all that I was еven around
Got new and old bad habits on this drive
And I’m comin’ homе next Sunday, pray that I’m still alive
All this late night drivin’s really bringin’ me down
The heat of the loneliness, The rumblin’ sound
Well I’m partial to the travelin’ life
Every girl I meet I wish was my wife
I’m finished not through
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