I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer
I patched a place in the floor that was bare
And we loaded up her barrel pony
And a riggin' bag's all that I had
Left with our the suitcases filled with desire
four hundred dollars,two good spare tires
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Now our windshied's a painting that hangs in our room
That changes with each mile like a radio tune
With God up above,we'll make it on love under the rodeo moon
Sometimes we sleep in a hotel when we're ridin' that hot hand of luck
sometimes we crash at a friend's house
Sometimes we sleep in the truck
at nighttime you'll find us out in the fast lane
stayin' one step ahead of snow,wind,and rain
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