Little House On The Highway

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Making my way past Tullahoma, better pick up the pace
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I'm traveling with a three ring circus, headed for Santa Fe

  D                                                       A
I finally found a radio station that's keeping me wide a- wake
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And just when I like what I hear playing is when it starts fading a- way

[Chorus]
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We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
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A truckers tan and dirty Ray Bans, looking for a place to top off the propane
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Moving along in this little house on the highway

[Inst]
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    D                                                    A
The cabinet doors keep swinging open, each time I make a left
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The only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight west

Repeat Chorus

[Inst]
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D
Wheels keep rolling into mountain tops and the hills are all beginning to rise
You'll know you finally made it there, when the wood is all petrified

      G                                                 D
We'll don't use a brake, pop the clutch and shift those gears
     G                               A
It's no man's land to the Rio Grand, driving through the sand and we're just out here