| Laid back, floating on a breeze
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| Old dog in the front seat
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| Head hanging out the window
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| Red light, ready, set, go
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| I pick her up for a slow down Friday night
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| I still remember every mile
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| Showing off on Main Street
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| I turned around at the BP
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| In that windshield glass
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| I go back
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| And the miles and the memories roll on past
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| I’m right back
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| Yeah, this damned old truck
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| No, it ain’t worth much
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| Till you look past that rust, you’ll see
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| It’s a walking, talking, Detroit time machine
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| Put a whole lot of gas in it
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| Drove a little too fast in it
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| There’s a whole lot of past in it
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| And it’ll take you right back in it
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| That space was yours back in the game
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| Oh, what’s her name, is back in the frame
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| My first, my last, yeah, just like that
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| In that windshield glass
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| I go back
|
| And the miles and the memories roll on past
|
| I’m right back
|
| Yeah, this damned old truck
|
| No, it ain’t worth much
|
| Till you look past that rust, you’ll see
|
| It’s a walking, talking, Detroit time machine
|
| Put a whole lot of gas in it
|
| Drove a little too fast in it
|
| There’s a whole lot of past in it
|
| And it’ll take you right back in it
|
| Burned a whole lot of gas
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| Drove a whole lot of fast
|
| There’s a whole lot of past
|
| And it’ll take you right back in it
|
| In that windshield glass
|
| I go back
|
| And the miles and the memories roll on past
|
| I’m right back
|
| Yeah, this damn old truck
|
| No, it ain’t worth much
|
| Till you look past that rust, you’ll see
|
| It’s a walking, talking, Detroit time machine
|
| Put a whole lot of gas in it
|
| Drove a little too fast in it
|
| There’s a whole lot of past in it
|
| And it’ll take you right back in it
|
| Put a whole lot of gas in it
|
| Drove a little too fast in it
|
| There’s a whole lot of past in it |