Haulin

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Haulin', I'm haulin'
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Fort Smith to Louisville
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I'm gonna see my baby
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See my baby with time to kill


[Verse 1]
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Well, I'm flyin', flyin'
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No one on the road tonight
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My radar detector's not buzzin'
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No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight


[Verse 2]
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Got a little gig in Nashville
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Beat it back to Arkansas
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Followed me all the way to Little Rock
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Sayin' something I done was against the law


[Chorus 2]
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So I'm haulin', haulin'
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Fort Smith to Louisville
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Gonna see my ba-by
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Gonna see my baby with time to kill
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So I'm haulin', haulin'
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I'm gonna get there
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Rollin' in the bluegrass of Kentucky
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I'm gonna get there


[Verse 3]
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V-8 slappin out real time
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Deeper than a 808
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Leakin'red eye gravy from my manifold
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Spoutin' hot coffee from the boiler plate


[Verse 4]
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I'm chewin' up the road like biscuits
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Makin' all the time in the world
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Sun comes up and I'm crossin'
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Kentucky state line gonna see my girl


[Verse 5]
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She likes it early in the mornin'
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Like it in the evening too
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In between she don't mind it
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Just about any old time will do


[Chorus 2]
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So I'm haulin', haulin'
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Fort Smith to Louisville
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I'm gonna see my ba-by
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See my baby with time to kill
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And I'm haulin', haulin'
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I'm gonna get there
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Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
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Yeah I'm gonna get there


[Verse 6]
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I tell her not to worry
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They couldn't pin nothin' on me
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Club owner short a hundred dollars
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I do it for fun, but I still gotta eat


[Verse 7]
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I cut him and I coasted through Conway
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Put him by the side of the road
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Made Fort Smith that evening
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Packed me a bag now I'm ready to go


[Chorus 3]
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And I'm haulin', haulin'
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Fort Smith to Louisville
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I'm gonna see my ba-by
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Gonna see my baby with time to kill
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Flyin', flyin'
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I'm gonna get there
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Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
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Oh I'm gonna get there
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Flyin', flyin'
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I'm gonna get there
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Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky
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Oh I'm gonna get there