| Darlin' I’m a comin' down
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| Route number sixty-seven
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| I just got off the turnpike
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| Avoiding the Ohio State inspection
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| Johnny Law followed me up the road
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| Then he turned off and he let me go
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| I guess this old truck ain’t worth shuttin' down
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| Your voice last night on the telephone
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| Said you wouldn’t be there when I got home
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| So when I get to Cleveland
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| I’m gonna head back south
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| The light keeps comin' on I got water in the fuel
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| My brakes are gone
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| I got a left front tire throwin' thread
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| By tomorrow morning I could be dead
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| Baby, maybe you’ve been right all along
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| You said you couldn’t stay
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| With a man who was always gone away
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| And all you wanted to do was to settle down
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| You wanted to buy that little trailer
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| Out on the edge with the money you’d saved
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| It had a carport, a colour TV
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| And no place to turn around
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| The light keeps comin' on I got water in the fuel
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| My brakes are gone
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| I gotta left front tire throwin' thread
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| By tomorrow morning I could dead
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| Baby, maybe you’ve been right all along
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| Remember that winter when the lake froze over
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| We drove out there after we’d unloaded
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| We revved that truck
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| And we spun it 'round and 'round
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| Then we left it idlin' out on that ice
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| Crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight
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| Baby, I’m sure on thin ice now
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| The light keeps comin' on
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| I’ve got water in the fuel
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| My brakes are gone
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| I got a left front tire throwin' thread
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| By tomorrow morning I could be dead
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| Baby, maybe you’ve been right all along
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| Baby, maybe you’ve been right all along |