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(Alan Jackson)Well I know sometimes you find it hardTo understand just what we do out hereWell that bus rolls up at homeAnd I just disappearAnd I sure don't like to leave youCouldn't stand for you to think that I don't careSo I wrote this job descriptionJust to tell you what I do when I'm not thereI sleep eighty miles an hourTo the whining of a diesel down the interstateDreamin' 'bout my little girlsThe easy chair that sits beside the fireplaceThen we shut her down in another townShower up and do just what we came to doSing for the peopleCount the money and the miles back home to youWell each night I take the stageWith a six-piece band and a guitar in my handSingin' songs about my lifeAll the good times and the badThen we say goodbye and we load it upAnd head somewhere I've already beenThen I lay down in that double bed aloneAnd I thank the Lord againI sleep eighty miles an hourTo the whining of a diesel down the interstateDreamin' 'bout my little girlsThe easy chair that sits beside the fireplaceThen we shut her down in another townShower up and do just what we came to doSing for the peopleCount the money and the miles back home to youWell I just sing for the peopleCount the money and the miles back home to you
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