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I’ll pay you twice as much as you make at home if you ride with me on the
Road... I’m doublin’ down I’m out of reach That incredible woman My
Georgia Peach She has hips with a mind of their own And a kiss that melts
Me to the bone I have less than a hundred miles left to go It’s time to
Stop being on the road Weigh stations Traffic jams Blinding lights I’ll
Be dammed! They keep me from the one I truly need The closer I get... the
More I speed I’ll pay you twice as much as you make at home if you ride
With me on the road... I’m calling you from Raleigh and I’m okay But
I got stuck in Richmond for most of the day It kills me that I have to wait
One more night To wrap my arms around you and hold you tight Fast food Slow
Cars Black coffee Bright Stars You speak to me Through the windshield at
Dawn You’re my highway angel With a Negligee on I have less than a
Hundred miles left to go It’s time to stop being on the road I have a job
That’s just for you A Highway Angel No one else will do I believe that
You are qualified As for me I will be satisfied I’ll pay you twice as
Much as you make at home if you ride with me on the road... I’ll pay you
Twice as much as you make at home if you ride with me on the road...