Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven
I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection
Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go
I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down
And your voice last night on the telephone said you wouldn't be there when I got home
So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south

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The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel
My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread
By tomorrow morning, I could be dead. Baby, maybe you were right all along
You said you couldn't stay with a man who was always going away
And all you wanted to do was settle down
You wanted to buy that little trailer, out on the edge with the money you saved
It had a carport, a colour TV and no place to turn around

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Remember that winter when the lake froze over
We drove out there after we'd unloaded
We revved that truck and we spun it 'round and 'round
Then we left it idling out on that ice
Crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight
Baby, I'm sure on thin ice now

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