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"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. Her hair's still wet from her bath. She's sitting on her front porch with a glass Of iced tea, In my sweat shirt, 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. Shes 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. Her hair's still wet from her bath. She's sitting on her front porch with a glass Of iced tea, In my sweat shirt, 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 Her hair's still wet from her bath. She's sitting on her front porch with a glass Of iced tea, In my sweat shirt, 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. "