The Open Road
Brother Leigh, The Gibson Brothers, 2003
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Well, baby's got a new dress, she got her some new shoes too.
She got a pocket book full of everything she'll never use.
But she looks real good, if I do say so,
On the open road.
We got the rag top town, and the radio up,
And there's rubber-neckers, hanging out of every truck.
But I can't blame them, 'cause baby takes her toll,
On the open road.
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(Cuz') There's a hundred million miles of blacktop, humming at the speed of sound.
She's flying right by the police, ain't nothing gonna slow her down.
She's bona fide, she's number one,
And we smile through every mile we make, every single one.
She's the queen of style, so sweet and bold,
On the open road.
A little motel room, a little biddy bed,
But, any place she wants to stop, I'll lay my head.
It's a perfect life, and it don't get old,
On the open road.