| Yeah, I’m a little burned out from a hard week,
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| Need to slow down, need to find me.
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| I need a little unwind, I need a long trip,
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| I need a Saturday night and a cold sip.
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| I need sunshine and gasoline.
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| Give me those miles and mud tires,
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| Smoking back roads like a bonfire.
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| Barefoot on the gas, ballcap on the dash,
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| Windows down, little towns, blowin' right past
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| When I’ve lost my soul
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| They go rolling me right back home.
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| It’s been forever since I’ve seen a hook sink,
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| I’ve got a pull in a box, sittin' in the backseat
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| And I’ll be taking the long way to the lake
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| And if I gotta go slow, it’s better that way.
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| County roads, bumping like a stereo.
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| Give me those miles and mud tires,
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| Smoking back roads like a bonfire.
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| Barefoot on the gas, ballcap on the dash,
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| Windows down, little towns, blowin' right past
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| When I’ve lost my soul
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| They go rolling me right back home.
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| A little mud on the windshield,
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| A little sun on my skin.
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| Six pack in the seat, nobody but me,
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| Feels good to be rolling around again.
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| Those miles and mud tires,
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| Smoking back roads like a bonfire.
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| Barefoot on the gas, ballcap on the dash,
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| Windows down, little towns, blowin' right past
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| When I’ve lost my soul
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| They go rolling me right back
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| When I’ve lost my soul
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| They go rolling me right back home.
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| Always rolling me right back home.
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| Rolling me, rolling me, rolling right back home. |