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There's a thousand miles and eighteen hours
I've got a double drive down Southbound 35
Got the hammer down, Detroit made 525
Pushing my ass right down that line
And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road
I've got a full-grown creeping up on my tail
No, I won't make bail in this small town jail
No not right here, I've got the bird dog on
Radio cranked, son of a bitch, you betcha, son
And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road
Just left the jail with a handful of pills
And I won't quit 'til I hit the coup in Abilene
I'm almost there, there's just a few more miles
I'll make the drop, I'll turn and burn, I'm outta here
And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road
And that smell of burning diesel fuel
Just tells me that I'm back out on the road
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