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Up all night, pen to paper
Four page letter, should've known better
Than to think you would read it
Guess I wanted you to know
I didn't want to let you go
Been dreadin' this day since the day you told me
That director called, said he liked your pictures
And he wanted to meet you
I died the day I said to you
You gotta do whatcha gotta do

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I can't stop you
You're a wheel already rollin'
I can't keep you
You're a bird on a wing, you're about to fly
I can't hold you
You were never mine to hold
Guess I gotta let you go, let you go, let you go
Heaven knows I don't wanna let you go
But I can't stop you

Rubber to road, pedal to metal
Couldn't care less, halfway to memphis
When the blue lights slowed me down
State trooper said ninety-one
Who the hell you chasin' son
I told him all about your angel face
Your green-eyed dreams, your head-strong ways
He took my license and ran my plates
I counted eighty-four trucks go by
And on that Shoulder I began to cry

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It finally hit me you were gone
Just outside Jackson on the drive back home

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Up all night, pen to paper   Four page letter, should've known better   Than to think you would read it   Guess I wanted you to know   I didn't want to let you go   Been dreadin' this day since the day you told me   That director called, said he liked your pictures   And he wanted to meet you   I died the day I said to you   You gotta do whatcha gotta do      CHORUS   I can't stop you   You're a wheel already rollin'   I can't keep you   You're a bird on a wing, you're about to fly   I can't hold you   You were never mine to hold   Guess I gotta let you go, let you go, let you go   Heaven knows I don't wanna let you go   But I can't stop you      Rubber to road, pedal to metal   Couldn't care less, halfway to memphis   When the blue lights slowed me down   State trooper said ninety-one   Who the hell you chasin' son   I told him all about your angel face   Your green-eyed dreams, your head-strong ways   He took my license and ran my plates   I counted eighty-four trucks go by   And on that Shoulder I began to cry      CHORUS      It finally hit me you were gone   Just outside Jackson on the drive back home      CHORUS