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Katrina Cain
Katrina Cain
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Katrina Cain
Katrina Cain
Songwriter

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I drive the Texas highway
I speed cause I don’t wanna go slow anymore
Yeah if I had it my way
I’d be turning around and coming home to your door
All I got is a beat up truck I bought off my dad
It gets me where I need to go and it never holds me back
I was all in baby when you took your foot off the gas
Thank God for that beat up truck
I bought off my dad
The radio is busted
Keeps playing fire and brimstone all night long
The rims have all been rusted
From sitting out there in the snow but it still runs
All I got is a beat up truck I bought off my dad
It gets me where I need to go and it never holds me back
I was all in baby when you took your foot off the gas
Thank God for that beat up truck
I bought off my dad
Cause all I know is it’s rolling steady
Keeps me on the road
And even with the preachers yellin’
On AM radio
I could get from here to Santa Fe
And it won’t quit
I guess that you could learn a little bit
I watch the sunrise burning
Gas station coffee tastes like mud, at least it’s hot
I make another u-turn
Head back to where I came from, it’s all I got
Maybe someday I’ll find someone to stick around
As long as I have had these four tires on the ground
300,000 miles and it’s never held me back
Turns out that damn truck is
The best thing I had
Written by: Katrina Cain
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