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[Verse 1] Thousand mile night, Mobile to Michigan
Old radio plays but nobody listens
But whose gonna hold her when you cross the state line
Fingers on the wheel like birds on the grapevine

[Chorus] High-beam-moonlight rattle on the dash
Thousand mile night gonna make it last

[Verse 2] Mississippi preacher, smoking in the backseat
Riding through the badlands, cornfields, buckwheat
Taillight missing like a gold-tooth bar fight
Axel getting creaking, mama something don’t feel right

[Chorus] High-beam-moonlight rattle on the dash
Thousand mile night gonna make it last

[Verse 3] Bowling Green coffee burning on the insides
Motel waitress looks good from the left side
Kokomo clouds rolling like a freight train
Drunk on miles spun on black rain

[Chorus] High-beam-moonlight rattle on the dash
Thousand mile night gonna make it last

[Outro] Thousand mile night Mobile to Michigan
Brother in the pine-box, mother in the kitchen
Shotgun funeral, death, and dirty dishes
Old radio plays but nobody listens
Old radio plays but nobody listens
Old radio plays but nobody listens
Old radio plays but nobody listens

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