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b***** 98 Lyrics

Well I ride 400 horses trough a tunnel in the pines,
Dead dogs, patchy fog it's hard to see the lines
There's a cross at every curve to commorate.
Drivin back from Mobile on b***** 98.

I got a wife in Hattiesburg and a lover in Mobile.
God knows I'm spending half my life behind the wheel.
My pontiac is a panting horse, but I'm a running late.
Drivin back from Mobile on b***** 98.

Jackknife in the highway, 18 wheels up in the air.
To late to hit my brakes, I'm already there.
So now I'm just another restless haint who lost his way.
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