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TRISHA YEARWOOD >> Merchandise Links
TRISHA YEARWOOD
(Melissa Etheridge) Come on baby, let's get out of this town I got a full tank of gas With the top rolled down There's a chill in my bones I don't want to be left alone So baby you can sleep while I drive I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar In my pocket I'll carry my harp I got some money I saved, enough to get underway And baby you can sleep while I drive We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay I'll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans And in the morning you can tell me your dreams You know I've seen it before This mist that covers your eyes You've been looking for something that's not in your life My intentions are true, won't you take me with you And baby you can sleep while I drive Oh is it other arms you want to hold you The stranger, the lover, you're free Can't you get that with me Come on baby let's get out of this town I've got a full tank of gas With the top rolled down If you won't take me with you I'll go before night is through And baby you can sleep while I drive
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