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• Artiste: Lainey Wilson
• Titre: Road Runner
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My white Tacoma and right Tecovas a match and kerosene I pit stopped in here for one cold beer and you tumbled into me We talked all night, I bummed a light that turned into a wildfire But I can't slow down, I cut through town like a rusty old barbed wire Baby, I'm a roadrunner Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu There ain't no wonder Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones I've never loaded my shotgun seat I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me That motel vacant sign is flashing like it don't want me to leave But I gotta chase the sunrise and keep the tumble in my weed I wanna taste your cowboy kiss, but in a different state If you want to, you better grab your boots made for the highway Baby, I'm a roadrunner Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu There ain't no wonder Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones I've never loaded my shotgun seat I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me Road, road, road runner Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arizona Road, road, road runner Rolling down the road, tryna find me another Roadrunner Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu There ain't no wonder Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones I've never loaded my shotgun seat I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me