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Alone with the morning burning red
On the canvas in my head
Painting a picture of you
And me driving across country
In a dusty old RV
Just the road and its majesty
And I'm looking at you
With the world in the rear view
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me
And you're happy to be with me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold 'til the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock and roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along (hey)
Those white lines can drawn into the sun
If you ain't got no one
To keep you hanging on
But there you were like a queen in your nightgown
Riding shotgun from town to town
Staking a claim on the world we found
And I'm singing to you, you're singing to me
You were out of the blue to a boy like me
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me
And you're happy to be with me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold 'til the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock and roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Sang along
And I'm looking for you
In the silence that we share
You were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me
And you're happy to be with me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold 'til the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock and roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Sang along
Writer(s): Waylon Albright Jennings
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