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In our covered wagon times when dad he had his captain eyes
we'd get the steel horse moving on the straights and lines of 95
and mom she was our singer and we kept alive on greasy fries
I held onto my stash of jams that ran along in Michelin time
In the back of our old car never going to far
In the back of our old car I think we've gone too far
And there's no way to remind me of pacific plates or what the text was
No better way to remind me of sun heated seats then "love me do" was
Carolina mark the mile "south of the border" bumper signs
And styles I don't recognize
A weeping willow motel sign
By Georgia I am hypnotized more batteries for my power ma'am
I'm tuning into radio let it change me till we drive again
In the back of our old car never going to far
In the back of our old car I think we've gone too far
And there's no way to remind me of the scented heads In a blue camino
No better way to remind me of a neato rack then a lead off track was.
And in the nighttime you'll sleep
Lean on it lean on it
Don't you wake them lean on it
And then we ran out again and then we ran out again
We ran it out, ran it out.
