| The sun’s goin' down on me
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| Thoughts of her keep haunting me
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| Desperation’s taking hold
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| My hands are on the steering wheel
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| But my heart’s back in Louisville
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| At the far end of a thousand miles of road
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| My mind’s grinding like a steel gear, baby
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| I’ve got to cover some ground
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| She know how hard and fast I’m falling for her
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| If she could just hear the sound
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| Of the hammer goin' down
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| Now I ain’t gonna waste my time
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| Talkin' on no pay phone line
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| Words just don’t get the message through
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| If this rig will hold out one more day
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| She’ll hear me forty miles away
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| Tearing this four lane half in two
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| My mind is grinding like a steel gear, baby
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| I’ve got to cover some ground
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| She know how hard and fast I’m falling for her
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| If she could just hear the sound
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| Of the hammer goin' down
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| Now she ain’t just a truck stop queen
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| She’s like God to me
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| A thousand miles for her love
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| Well, I’d go a million for one kiss
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| Drive those pistons with my fist
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| And do it all again if it ain’t enough
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| My mind’s grinding like a steel gear, baby
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| I’ve got to cover some ground
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| She know how hard and fast I’m falling for her
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| If she could just hear the sound
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| Of the hammer goin' down
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| If she could hear the sound
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| Of the hammer goin' down
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| If she could hear the sound
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| Of the hammer goin'
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| Of the hammer goin' down |