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Kellie Pickler - Little House On The Highway Lyrics

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  • Makin' my way past Tullahoma,
  • Better pick up the pace.
  • I'm traveling with a three ring circus,
  • Headed for Santa Fe.
  • I finally found a radio station
  • And it's keepin' me wide awake.
  • And just when I like what I hear playing
  • That's when it starts fading away.
  • We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
  • A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans
  • Looking for a place to top off the propane
  • Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
  • The cabinet doors keep swinging open each time I make a left
  • The only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight west
  • We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
  • A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans
  • Looking for a place to top off the propane
  • Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
  • Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
  • Rise
  • You'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified
  • Well don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those gears
  • It's no man's land 'til the Rio Grande
  • Driving through the sand and we're just out here
  • Stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
  • A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans
  • Looking for a place to top off the propane
  • Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
  • Little house on the highway

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