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Somewhere outside of Gadsden, I saw mama standing in the kitchen

And along about Decatur, I started smelling taters and fried chicken

And then a Trooper pulled me over, said if I drove any slower

He was gonna lock me up for killing time.

He said, «Boy have you been drinking?» I said, «No sir, I’s just thinking,

Bout Route 5 Box 109.»

I was thinking about red wigglers and a stringer full of bream.

And the sound a king of spades made, in the spokes of my old Schwinn.

I was racin' Richie Coleman, for a Grape Nehi.

Yeah lately I’ve been thinking 'bout Route 5 Box 109.

I pulled back on the freeway — found a country DJ out of Huntsville.

I called him up just hoping, he’d help keep my tired eyes open till I reached

Nashville.

I talked and he just listened ‘bout the place that I was missin',

Then he left, but when he came back on the line.

Said son the switchboard’s blinkin', you got half of Alabama thinking,

About Route 5, Box 109.

Bout mama’s cathead biscuits, Martha White Self-Rising Flour.

And getting' rabbit ears positioned, for Glen Campbell’s Good Time Hour.

And the sound of daddy snoring, playin' Gentle on My Mind.

Yeah lately I’ve been thinking,

Bout Route 5, Box 109.

And that bed of black eyed susans, in a white washed tractor tire.

And a set of threadbare sheets, hanging on a clothesline wire.

Mama’s bucket full of Pine Sol, making sure that we had ‘shine.

Yeah lately I’ve been thinking,

Bout Route 5, Box 109.

Yeah lately I’ve been thinking,

Bout Route 5, Box 109.

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