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In a flat

Forty-One with my strat by the door

We was goin' to the country for what we came for

I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air

The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there

I was approachin'

Simonton down by the cotton gin

There was old man,

Berkman trying to flag me in

He asked if

I would stay awhile and if

I needed gas

I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast"

[02:41.32]Hallelujah,

[02:42.71][02:51.21]Hallelujah, ride my

[02:46.36]Chevrolet Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet

I took the road down to

Cinco Through that red

Brazos River land

Done hit that freeway at sunset

Now the big city lights are at hand, oh, no

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