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I’m driving down the highway of the saints

Keepin' an eye on a friend of mine

Who wishes no complaints

When all her strength had left her

And hope it become thin

Now I’m driving down the highway of the saints

The sun is up and no one’s in the field

The temperature keeps risin'

The wind is on it’s heels

Of all the things she taught me Of none of them restrained

Driving down the highway of the saints

Driving down the highway of the saints

Well, I’m holdin' on to something I can’t hold

The old folks now are leavin'

And the farm is almost sold

There ain’t no sense of grievin'

I can’t be what I ain’t

I’m driving down the highway of the saints

Driving down the highway of the saints

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