Memories of a song I was listenin', are still singin' on my mind; there are gaps between; you can fill them as you want, if any.

Come on babe, let's get out of this town

You can sleep while I drive

I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar

In my pocket I'll carry my heart

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I'll buy you boots down in texas

And in the morning you can tell me your dreams

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You know I've seen it before

This mist that covers your eyes

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My intentions are true

Babe, you can sleep while I drive

Come on babe, let's get out of this town

And babe, you can sleep while I drive