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Southbound rollin toward the 36 highway lineDouble white piggy back trailer passing to my sideWhen I make town I'm not sure what I'll doBut I could win this race but I want to loseBreaking up is all my faultFallin down still starin' should have never got upI'm half of the way to your townYou won't even know at all that I was even aroundGot new and old bad habits on this driveI'll be comin home next SundayPray that I'm still aliveAll this late night driving is really bringing me downThe heat of the loneliness, the rumbling soundThe hardest part is being alone But the hateful part is coming homeAnd I'm half of the way to your townYou won't even know at all that I was even aroundGot new and old bad habits on this driveAnd I'm comin' home next SundayPray that I'm still aliveAll this late night driving's really bringing me downThe heat of the loneliness, the rumbling soundWell I'm partial to the traveling lifeAnd every girl I meet I wish was my wifeFinished not through From Letras Mania