| Alone with the morning burning red on the canvas in my head
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| Painting a picture of you
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| And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV
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| Just the road and its majesty
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| And I’m looking at you with the world in the rear view
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| Chorus
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| You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
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| Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
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| With me on the 4th of July
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| We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
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| Couldn’t take no more of that rock n roll
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| So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
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| Those white lines get drawn into the sun if you aint got no one
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| To keep you hanging on And there you were like a queen with your nightgown, riding shotgun from town
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| to town
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| Staking a claim on the world we found
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| And I’m singing to you, your singing to me, you were out of the blue to a boy
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| like me Chorus
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| You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
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| Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
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| With me on the 4th of July
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| We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
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| Couldn’t take no more of that rock n roll
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| So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
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| and im looking for you in the silence that we share
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| Chorus
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| You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
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| Looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be,
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| With me on the 4th of July
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| We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
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| Couldn’t take no more of that rock n roll
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| So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along |