This I Gotta See

I can't count the barns I've past,
Painted red, white and black,
See rock city,
And up ahead there's a turn,
Take me right through Gatlinberg,
I hear it's pretty

Maybe some other time,
I can't slow down,
Right across that state line,
Right about now

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Her hair's still wet from her bath,
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,
Of iced tea,
In my sweatshirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see.
If I hurry I can catch,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And her face,
And that love waiting on me,
This I gotta see,
This I gotta see.

I can't wait to get to her,
Man I wish I were,
There already.
She's the only thing that keeps
This world from driving me
Crazy.

I just hit that city limit,
Yeah and that a pretty good sign,
If I pick it up a bit,
I'll be right on time.

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