They say you never know what you got until it's gone
He's gonna learn the hard way
When he finds you long gone
Come like the wind in your hair
Hands in the air
Singing, "so long, good luck"
I wanna set your heart free, ride with me
I wanna be your getaway
Heart free, ride with me
I wanna be your getaway truck
1989 cheyenne Chevrolet
5-speed single cab
Bench seat, faded grey
Turned over twice
Ain't too nice
But it knows how to run
Girl, I get you out with a bang
Like a bullet from a gun
Summertime sunshine
Cheap sunglasses
My heart sang southern twang
Sweeter than molasses
Like a country angel
Two stepping in my dance of dreams
Girl, you got a heart of gold
And you're beautiful in blue jeans
They say life is like a highway
You can turn into a dead end road
I ain't afraid to get stuck
I got a 4-wheel drive kinda heart
I know is tough enough to carry any load
I wanna be your getaway truck
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