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Drivin' down, the road again A highway, that never ends Takin' naps, in my old car Singin' in guitar bars Killin' time, with café queens And, truckers playin', slot machines I, meet a lot of wannabes Dreamin' big, and livin' free like me Charlie runs, the Produce Shack Livin' in a van, out back Sellin' peas, and homemade syrup Cantaloupes, and Elvis shirts Braggin' on, future plans With, whiskey breath, and shaky hands I, meet a lot of wannabes Dreamin' big, and livin' free like me Wearin' wrinkled travelin' clothes To another one-night show 'Cause that's where I was born to be Have guitar, will travel light Here today, and gone tonight Playin' this lifetime lottery Here's to faces I have seen A carnival of those who dream Rodeo'ers seekin' fame Table dancers I can't name Willie T., in Abilene Karaoke's all-time king And, every six string wannabe Dreamin' big, and livin' free like me Wearin' wrinkled travelin' clothes To another one-night show 'Cause that's where I was born to be Have guitar, will travel light Here today, and gone tonight Playin' this lifetime lottery To every dreamer, I have known May, Lady Luck, take you home I, pray for every wannabe Dreamin' big, and livin' free like me I pray for every wannabe Dreamin' big, and livin' free Like me Livin' free like me Livin' free like me Livin' free like me
Writer(s): Troy Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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