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Big Mac movin' down the highway sound. Got it wide open and he's southway bound.
I had my pack over my shoulder. Somehow I don't feel much older.
Captain layin' on the barroom floor. Ain't a-goin' back to that town no more.
Well, he said I looked funny, won't leave me alone.
Mmm... Big Mac, move on now and take me home.
Take me where I can be free. Take me where my lungs can breathe.
Big wheels hummin', hear the highway scream. Big Mac movin' on through the rain.
Headlights playin' like an old the-a-ter. If I don't go now I can't go later.
Velvet lady on a sunlit porch. Cigarette burnin' like a noonday torch.
I stayed a little while and I stayed a little longer. It got a little wild and it got a little warmer.
Turn me loose and take me home.
Take me where I can be free. Take me where my lungs can breathe.
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