These yellow lines go on foreverYou should treat your baby betterGot myself a real love letterSays she wants a man who buys her fine wines and paintingsShe wants something kind and patientTells me nicely that I ain't itAnd buys another roundFor all her stuck-up friends in BrooklynIf I'm so fucked up, why you lookingAt all my songs and all my bookings at the local jail?I got miles, miles, miles, milesYeah, I've got milesWell, I got miles, I got milesI got miles until I'm finally homeYou got miles, you got milesYou got miles with me on your radioWell, all my habits ain't geneticThey're self-forming, don't you sweat itI'll do my very best to quit it, wake up in the lobbyBest Western is where I call home, side table and telephoneBut Holy Bible sits alone, I guess I'll keep it companySteal it when the morning comesSpend my whole life runnin' fromAll the things I could become, they call it potentialI got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally homeAnd they've got miles, they've got milesThey've got miles with me on their radioThese yellow lines go on foreverThe highway's just the moon, but betterTruckstop food and rainy weather always get me goin'I've been drinkin' wine for breakfast, eggsAnd bacon make me restlessI'll be gone a long while 'cause I've got milesI got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally homeWell, I got miles, I got milesI got miles, I got miles all aloneWell, I got miles, I got milesI got miles, I got miles, I got milesWell, I got miles, I got milesI got miles, I got miles, I got milesWell, I've got miles, I got milesI got miles, I got miles, I got milesWell, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
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These yellow lines go on forever
You should treat your baby better
Got myself a real love letter
Says she wants a man who buys her fine wines and paintings
She wants something kind and patient
Tells me nicely that I ain't it
And buys another round
For all her stuck-up friends in Brooklyn
If I'm so fucked up, why you looking
At all my songs and all my bookings at the local jail?
I got miles, miles, miles, miles
Yeah, I've got miles
Well, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles until I'm finally home
You got miles, you got miles
You got miles with me on your radio
Well, all my habits ain't genetic
They're self-forming, don't you sweat it
I'll do my very best to quit it, wake up in the lobby
Best Western is where I call home, side table and telephone
But Holy Bible sits alone, I guess I'll keep it company
Steal it when the morning comes
Spend my whole life runnin' from
All the things I could become, they call it potential
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home
And they've got miles, they've got miles
They've got miles with me on their radio
These yellow lines go on forever
The highway's just the moon, but better
Truckstop food and rainy weather always get me goin'
I've been drinkin' wine for breakfast, eggs
And bacon make me restless
I'll be gone a long while 'cause I've got miles
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home
Well, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles all alone
Well, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
Well, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
Well, I've got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
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