"Highway Bill\'s on the rotary still and he can\'t even feel the pain.Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder that cut him right across his vein. Now he\'s suckin\' cigar and he\'s shovelin\' ta rin the crater of a turnpike terrain. He\'s got only one hope, and he wants to elope, \'cuz Highway Jill is driving him insane.
We gotta get on the road, destiny unbound. She\'s the one for me, we gotta get outta town. We gotta get on the road, destiny unbound. She\'s the one for me, we gotta get outta town. Highway Jill was a daffodil with a cactus sense of pride. At the wheel of a tractor, she was quite an impactor,when the road rocks started to slide. She saw Bill drop his shovel on a pile of gravel, as he climbed up out of his ditch. She was wonderstruck when he climbed in her truck,He said "I\'ve been havin\' this everlasting itch
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At first she was cold, she was ready to scold, this guy from the pit with a thing in his head. But then she thought twice when he melted her ice,with his passionate eyes she was energized!She started the ignition and without permission the two of \'em flew down the dusty road. But the road wasn\'t finished and the pavement diminished; They soared off the edge and they plunged in the sludge.
She said:There isn\'t even any road, our Destiny was bound. We were the ones for us but now we\'re in the ground(4x)"