County Line Acordes

	  



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Would you even notice if you were let down easy 

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If you were let down easy would you even know 

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Looks like we’re alone now or would you even wonder 

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Way too busy biding time to see we’re growing old 
                            
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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night 

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I’m heading toward the county line doing 95 


   
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I left my friends and family here keep a watch on my hometown 

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Heading west cause it’s in my blood find a place to settle down 

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Drive all night till the sunrise heats my back in Mexico 

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Follow eagles soaring above showing me the way 

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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night 

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I’m heading toward the county line doing 95 



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The gold rush here has come and gone betcha life I can find me some 

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Heading north in a couple of days got to get to Hibbing 

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This land was once a simple place prairie dogs outlaws 

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Cowboys and mining towns but now it’s gone away 

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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night 

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I’m heading toward the county line doing 95 



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Call myself an American but never slept on no freight train 

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Never been to Santa Fe never shot a gun 

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And I’ll never find what I’m looking for out here in the countryside 

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All my heroes are long gone guess I’m coming home 
  
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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night 

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I’m heading toward the county line doing 95