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Make Her Mine
I think I'll drive up home again.
It's been five long years.
And I sure need a friend.
I've been out of touch.
For far too long.
Putting the wheels to the blacktop.
Going back where I belong.
(Chorus)
I've got five hundred miles behind me.
Five hundred still to go.
Me and the radio.
We really rock-n-roll.
Going back to the beginning.
There's a girl I gotta find.
Going back to the city.
I've gotta make her mine.
Make her mine.
Left that girl one dark night.
Many years ago.
She said I'd have no future.
To kindly leave our home.
I went out into the night.
Had no place to go.
Just me and the radio.
We only had rock-n-roll.
What I didn't know then.
I've only just learned.
Was that girl was carrying my baby.
And her house had just been burned.
That her and my boy.
Were living down on thier luck.
Out by some river.
In an old Chevy truck.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge)
They say she's dating.
A rich guy who owns a private jet.
But Oh my baby.
Hasn't seen me yet.
That guy is too old.
For a girl as young as you.
My boy needs his daddy.
I'm hoping you'll know.
Exactly what to do.
And I want to hold you in my arms.
And I promised god that I'll pray.
Because this rock-n-roll city boy.
Is coming home to stay.
I'm going to get a house.
For you me and our son.
I'm never going to leave the country.
Them days behind me.
Forgotten, dead and gone.
(Repeat Chorus)
It's been five long years.
And I sure need a friend.
I've been out of touch.
For far too long.
Putting the wheels to the blacktop.
Going back where I belong.
(Chorus)
I've got five hundred miles behind me.
Five hundred still to go.
Me and the radio.
We really rock-n-roll.
Going back to the beginning.
There's a girl I gotta find.
Going back to the city.
I've gotta make her mine.
Make her mine.
Left that girl one dark night.
Many years ago.
She said I'd have no future.
To kindly leave our home.
I went out into the night.
Had no place to go.
Just me and the radio.
We only had rock-n-roll.
What I didn't know then.
I've only just learned.
Was that girl was carrying my baby.
And her house had just been burned.
That her and my boy.
Were living down on thier luck.
Out by some river.
In an old Chevy truck.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge)
They say she's dating.
A rich guy who owns a private jet.
But Oh my baby.
Hasn't seen me yet.
That guy is too old.
For a girl as young as you.
My boy needs his daddy.
I'm hoping you'll know.
Exactly what to do.
And I want to hold you in my arms.
And I promised god that I'll pray.
Because this rock-n-roll city boy.
Is coming home to stay.
I'm going to get a house.
For you me and our son.
I'm never going to leave the country.
Them days behind me.
Forgotten, dead and gone.
(Repeat Chorus)
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