Cracks in the windshield Nothin underneath the hood A dirt road through a cornfield That never looked so good As it does today She just might run away
She stares out the window From the back of the house Wishin when the wind blows It would carry her down south Like a Cadillac Oh she'd never look back
If a dream had a motor And wishes ran on gasoline If desire just had tires She'd be somewhere south of Abilene She can almost feel the chrome and steel If money grew in cornfields She'd be gone On anything with wheels
She thinks about her mama's life Amd the boy down the road She knows he would treat her right But she can't see gettin old Broke down from the strain And prayin for the rain
If a dream had a motor And wishes ran on gasoline If desire just had tires She'd be somewhere south of Abilene She can almost feel the chrome and steel If money grew in cornfields She'd be gone On anything with wheels
A slow walk to the highway Breeze blowin through her hair With her best friend's suitcase And her thumb in the air She looks back toward town And a car slows down
On anything with wheels She just might run away...
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Cracks in the windshield Nothin underneath the hood A dirt road through a cornfield That never looked so good As it does today She just might run away
She stares out the window From the back of the house Wishin when the wind blows It would carry her down south Like a Cadillac Oh she'd never look back
If a dream had a motor And wishes ran on gasoline If desire just had tires She'd be somewhere south of Abilene She can almost feel the chrome and steel If money grew in cornfields She'd be gone On anything with wheels
She thinks about her mama's life Amd the boy down the road She knows he would treat her right But she can't see gettin old Broke down from the strain And prayin for the rain
If a dream had a motor And wishes ran on gasoline If desire just had tires She'd be somewhere south of Abilene She can almost feel the chrome and steel If money grew in cornfields She'd be gone On anything with wheels
A slow walk to the highway Breeze blowin through her hair With her best friend's suitcase And her thumb in the air She looks back toward town And a car slows down
On anything with wheels She just might run away...
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