| I’d rather be home,
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| But I make my livin’on the go Big silver eagle spreads her wings
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| And drops us at another show
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| I think about holdin’my baby tonight
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| As I listin to the big wheels roll
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| Three days into a six week tour,
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| Gettin’in the rhythm of the road
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| We pick and sing,
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| Say goodnight then we’ll be flyin'
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| My world’s a chain of one-night-stands
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| Strung together by the center line
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| I don’t know where I’ll wake up tomorrow,
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| But I can’t let the tempo slow
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| Every town is just another beat,
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| livin’in the rhythm of the road
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| The rhythm of the road’s got a mind of its own
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| If you find it it’ll drive you insane
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| Like the clackity-clack of a railroad track
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| I’m rattlin’like an old freight train
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| Towns are flashin’by, the folks are wavin’hi
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| They all start to look the same
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| Gotta stop for a minute, be glad I’m in it Remember just why I came
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| Those highway signs, Lord, they keep me on the move
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| I think about givin’it up sometimes,
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| And gettin’in a diff’ren groove
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| But I just let the days slide by,
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| Get goin’with the flow
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| A four/four beat’s the only time I keep,
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| Livin’in the rhythm of the road
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| A four/four beat’s the only time I keep,
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| Livin’in the rhythm of the road
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| Livin’in the rhythm of the road |