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around around Until I'm spinning Like a '93 limousine With the wheel cranked left and the gas pedal pressed Right down to the metal 'Bout to take this
singing along - to every country song cnd toss a line in, chasin' them bass Speakers cranked up playing Johnny Cash Listening to the stories in his song -
clear skies were leaving me amazed FM airwaves cranked up high, my spool wound up recording live Everything between the commercial breaks I’d dub a little
forwards, you crank backwards In fact I think the crank is working better than ever We cranked that thing hard We cranked that thing hard We cranked that
blue Russian with us, semi automatic gun and I dare somebody to make my day Dirt road cruising, doing sixty to a hundred Got the stereo cranked
to the center Well this ole boy he sure could play I'll bet he's on a big stage today With a pick in his hand he played that first note Cranked the volume
on the dash And the boy I was Was stirred up inside me Tuggin' my heart And takin' me back Hey yeah yeah that summer song We cranked it up and sang out
a||Firebird,|Catching all four gears on this old two lane, make the tires burn|Your pretty hair blowin' with the Skynyrd cranked|Screamin' eagle on the hood, and you
a drug because I get high When the world say I'm wasting my life losing control Yeah, what do they know? I get high With the bass cranked up
playing on the radio Cranked up loud singing out of key Tell the whole world who she's gonna be Foot on the pedal just a letting it go Letting it rock
hope it's got a Walmart parking lot like the one we got Where me and all my buddies cranked Dixieland Delight up real loud I hope there's a Watertown
leaving nothing In the fast lane tryin' to gain time chasing you Yeah you I'm headin' south bound down 65 With your favourite tunes cranked up and dimed
beer in an orange grove field That was Friday night where I grew up We'd waste our time driving around The same old streets With our radios cranked up
I got a good friend Knows to get the good peach pie On Long Beach Island He's got my tunes cranked up And I'm-a feelin' high On Long Beach Island
My truck bed, cargo light, is her spotlight in and out of the week Just cranked the radio, slide the rear bags and let her go Oh, I think it's in
a lot of sunsets down Felt like the king of your hometown I bet you burned a lot of rubber down on Main Street Cranked up some country with your baby
away In a Firebird Catching all four gears on this old two lane Make the tires burn Your pretty hair blowing with the Skynyrd cranked Streaming
a thing The wins and losses and the worn out strings All those cranked-up, off-key songs I sing The cuts and burns and all the wrong turns That happen
A couple bottle caps, a business card, and a perfume note that said: "I love hurricanes and long-necks, and guitars cranked up on ten Waking up with
DUCT TAPE CROSS A CORDUROY SEAT|WINDOWS CRANKED DOWN CAUSE THERE'S NO AC|GOT A LITTLE LEAK DRINKS GASOLINE|LIKE A HAPPY HOUR V8 VERSION OF ME||RUNS
As I look around I saw you in the crowd I saw you twist your hair Except you weren't there Too much solitude is wearing out my mind All cranked up
Make you feel alright And I'm the type of guy to take it all in 3 on the tree we parked it all night Cranked up the radio Danced in the moonlight
a better life I'm just tryna get my money right I might smoke a blunt of Kryptonite So Superman, come and take a flight Cause I'm gettin cranked like a V12
should be social distancing I don't really have FOMO I'm not into your invite to Fuego Kind of guy who likes A/C cranked really low Honey just let me be
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