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Lyrics
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highway 47 there´s no cars on my way
it never rains in Tucson but I feel all right
be my girl this morning while a cup of coffee
see you on monday baby
never mind
i've heard the sweet Vanilla talking to the radio
anderson & Tucker I'm the mobile man
i left my heart in Tampa travelling to Las Vegas
highway 47
never mind |
hanging on the gas hose there's an old man watching
i see my shade while looking at the petty bar
chicken chips and coffee moving up her buttocks
highway 47
never mind
when the night's back baby listen to The Knockers
coming through the window from room 21
i close my eyes while Comets are losing on the TV
highway 47
never mind
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