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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGod Made Airplanes
If I hang around for one more roundI'm gonna call her upI should leave right now, head outta this townBut I don't trust my truck'Cause there's a highway shoulder you can cry onA two lane you can change your mind onWhen a bottle and a Silverado ain't fast enoughThat's why God made airplanes and runwaysAnd half price ticket one-waysIf I can get high up off the groundAin't got the wheel, can't turn aroundShow me a place without her in itI'll be there in a New York minute'Cause if I'm drivin' I might hit the brakesThat's why God made airplanesThat's why God made airplanesNo, I don't need a window seat, man, they're all the sameAs long as where I'm goin' no one knows my nameI'm gettin' on a red eye non-stopI'm gettin' gone, yeahThat's why God made airplanes and runwaysAnd half price ticket one-waysIf I can get high up off the groundAin't got the wheel, can't turn aroundShow me a place without her in itI'll be there in a New York minute'Cause if I'm drivin' I might hit the brakesThat's why God made airplanesThere ain't a highway shoulder you can cry onA two lane you can change your mind onThat's why God made airplanesOh, yeahShow me a place without her in itI'll be there in a New York minute'Cause if I'm drivin', I might hit the brakesYeah, when it's goodbye and you can't walk awayThat's why God made airplanesThat's why God made airplanes
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