| I sold my old Camaro
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| I sold my fishing boat
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| A friend said he would cosign
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| On a small commercial loan
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| So I shopped around until I found
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| A rig within my means
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| I put fifteen thousand dollars down
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| On the Kenworth of my dreams
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| My sister’s husband helped me out
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| When we took the thing apart
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| Every bolt and piston
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| I knew them all by heart
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| We cleaned her out and painted her
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| And brought her up to speed
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| I proudly put my name upon
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| The Kenworth of my dreams
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| But sometimes late at night
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| Out on some interstate
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| I hear those sad country songs
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| True love found, true love gone
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| Lately I just turn the damn thing off
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| A lot of folks just shook their heads
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| Convinced that I’d lost mine
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| They said living in a God-damned truck
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| Is just a waste of time
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| That to spend yhour life behind the wheel
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| Ain’t as great as it might seem
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| I just thanked them all and left one night
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| In the Kenworth of my dreams
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| But sometimes late at night
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| Out on some interstate
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| I hear those sad country songs
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| True love found, true love gone
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| Lately I just turn the damn thing off
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| Business, it’s been pretty good
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| I’ve no cause to complain
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| I haul bourbon up to Buffalo
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| And frozen foods to Maine
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| Toxic waste or Quaker State
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| It’s all the same to me
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| I’ll go anywhere for anything
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| In the Kenworth of my dreams… |