Out on Highway 64
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Sat a Mustang and a GTO
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They were revvin' engines and talkin' trash
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They'd race for titles
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They'd race for cash
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All the way all the way
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To that Hardin County line
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Well the engines screamed
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And the rubber burned
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As the Mustang hit its fourth turn
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And the GTO was a-closin' fast
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You could smell the smoke
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You could smell the gas
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All the way all the way
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To that Hardin County line
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I never knew who won the race
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They disappeared without a trace
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Every time I drive
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That stretch of road
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I feel a chill
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Runnin' through my bones
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All the way all the way
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To that Hardin County line
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All the way all the way
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To that Hardin County line
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Hardin County Line
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| Mark Collie |
