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Lyricist: Eric Church
Lyrics:
Flew to California, drove to Alabam' Hitched to Wichita, caught a ride in a van Paddled in a boat and pedaled on a bike I've walked, I've swum, I've crawled, I've hiked
I've hopped a train to Maine and a bus to the Keys Chased her all night in my dreams One look at her, it's easy to see Wherever she is, is where I wanna be, yeah
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh, like a moth to a flame Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh, I hear her call my name And I'm down, I'm game, I'm in, I'm free Wherev?r she is, that's where I wanna b? Yeah
Yeah, rollin' with the boys, road trippin' in a car Or just kickin' back, drinkin' beer in a bar Rollin' dice on the strip and comin' up sevens In a room full of tens, brother, she's an eleven
Yeah, nowhere, Kansas, take my chances At wherever south of France is Singin' with Elvis, Memphis blue On a sidewalk whistlin' to Saskatoon
Like a moth to a flame Hear her callin' my name And I'm down, I'm game, I'm in, I'm free Wherever she is, that’s where I wanna be
Yeah, rolling through Kansas, Kansas City Drippin' like molasses in Mississippi (That's where I wanna be) Yeah, we're just rollin' through Kansas, Kansas City, baby Yeah, drippin' like molasses in Mississippi, babe Yeah, like a moth to a flame (Moth to a flame) I hear you callin' my name (Callin' my name) Yeah, now Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah, hey Ow ow ow ow ow ow Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
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