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Tearing up the 40 like I'm racing Daytona | Open road before me, plenty room to throw some dust up | Hell, I might as well paint a 3 on my Tacoma
Tearing up the 40 like I'm racing Daytona Open road before me, plenty room to throw some dust up Hell, I might as well paint a 3 on my Tacoma Raising hell, praising Dale and I got no plan to slow up Got a girl in Tennessee, wants me to come get her She tastes real sweet when I slow-kiss her I tell her that I need you like I'm Lynyrd Skynyrd But I'm a free bird, so I leave her for the winter 'Cause there's places to be, cigarettes to burn People to meet and dollar bills to earn Banquets to drink, a lover to kiss But you don't get a thing unless you bleed for this So, I'm gonna bleed 'til there's a hill I can die on 'Cause I wanna be an American icon Five states, two days, Burren was bandit Two hours of sleep, can't believe I'm still standing Wish I was headed west 'cause I miss my family But I'm eastbound and down, always stuck in transit 'Cause there's places to be, cigarettes to burn People to meet and dollar bills to earn Banquets to drink, a lover to kiss But you don't get a thing unless you bleed for this So, I'm gonna bleed 'til there's a hill I can die on 'Cause I wanna be an American icon American icon 'Cause there's places to be, cigarettes to burn People to meet and dollar bills to earn
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