| I’ve been on the Grand Ole Opry
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| I’ve played a show with ZZ Top
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| Went on tour with Skynyrd and man they still rock
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| Shot the bull with Bocephus, before he climbed up on his jet
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| Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
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| That’s some things that you never forget
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| And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
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| But not near as good…
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| As flyin' down a back road
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| With some buddies from back home
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| A splash of Jack in my Coke
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| Catchin' brim on a Zebco
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| Spottin' deer in a hay field
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| After church a Sunday meal
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| Huggin' mama before I go
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| Flyin' down a back road
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| Up there in Des Moines, they knew my songs line by line
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| I just stood there in the fake smoke
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| Another dream came true that night
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| I’ve seen so many places, I thought I’d never see
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| All the way from California to as far as you can go East
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| And all that stuff it makes you feel real good,
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| But not near as good…
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| As flyin' down a back road
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| With some buddies from back home
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| A splash of Jack in my Coke
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| Catchin' brim on a Zebco
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| Spottin' deer in a hay field
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| After church a Sunday meal
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| And huggin' mama before I go
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| Yeah, flyin' down a back road
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| I’m a lucky man, I got a real good life
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| With all the things I’ve done nothin' gets me as high…
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| As flyin' down a back road
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| With some buddies from back home
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| A splash of Jack in my Coke
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| Catchin' brim on a Zebco
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| Spottin' deer in a hay field
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| After church a Sunday meal
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| And huggin' my mama before I go
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| Yeah, flyin' down a back road
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| Oh, flyin' down a back road |