| On the outskirts of Dallas
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| There s a two lane highway
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| Take a right to my hometown
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| And a left to the interstate
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| Some angry words cloud of dust in a hurry
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| One left and she was gone
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| A turn for the worst, so it seems but I m not worried
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| If she s the girl I know.
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| She s probably driving back roads with the top down, just outta town
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| A warm breeze always cools her down
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| She ll cry along with every song on the radio
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| And then I know that Mustang s bound to turn around
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| I keep telling myself she s not really gone
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| She s taking the long way home
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| A pair of old sunglasses to hide the red in her blue eyes
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| I can see the wind that waves her blonde hair blowing away the tears she cries
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| Staring at a lipstick stained cup of coffee that she left yesterday
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| I fill it up for her her to drink when she gets home
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| I ll bet she s had a long day
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| She s probably driving back roads with the top down, just outta town
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| The warm breeze always cools her down
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| She ll cry along with every song on the radio
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| And then I know that Mustang s bound to turn around
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| I keep telling myself she s not really gone
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| She s taking the long way home
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| That s just like her to take the scenic route
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| But I keep on waiting cause I know
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| She ll be coming home any moment now
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| She s probably driving back roads with the top down, just outta town
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| A warm breeze always cools her down
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| She ll cry along with every song on the radio
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| And then I know that Mustang s bound to turn around
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| I keep telling myself she s not really gone
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| She s taking the long way home
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| God I hope she s taking the long way home |