| Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road
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| Well, It’s over three days since I left Houston
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| Ole Black’s my truck’s name
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| She’s held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire
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| Well, I went to high school and I was not popular
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| Now I am older, and it don’t matter
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| Ole Black’s my truck’s name
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| She’s held together
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| I’ve slept inside her when I was tired
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| I’ve been to Paris, and I don’t mean Texas
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| Well, I met Wim Wenders one time in London
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| Ole Black’s my truck’s name. |
| She’s held together
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| My lane’s the right one when I’m in England
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| My baby calls me, she says she loves me
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| And when I see her, then I believe her
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| Ole Black’s my truck’s name
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| And, oh, she don’t say much
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| We leave together and lay some rubber
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| On down that highway, turn up that dirt road
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| It’s over three days since I left Houston
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| Ole Black’s my truck’s name
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| She’s held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire
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| Turn down that highway, turn up that dirt road
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| It’s over three days since I left Houston
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| Ole Black’s my truck’s name
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| She’s held together by BF Good tires and bailing wire
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| By BF Good tires and bailing wire |