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I'm going down

I'm going, down, down, down

Down, down

Yes, I'm going down, yes

I'm going down, down, down

Down, down

Yes, I've got my feet in the window

Got my head on the ground

Let me down

And close that box car door

Yes, let me down

And close that box car door

Well, I'm goin' back to Chattanooga

And sleep on sister Irene's door

Hey!

Yes, I'm going down

I'm going down

I'm going, down, down, down

Down, down

Yes, I got my feet in the window

I got my head on the ground

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Nobody gonna take my car, I'm gonna race it to the ground

Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound

Ooh it's a killing machine it's got everything

Like a drawing power big fat tires everything

I love it and I need it I bleed it

Yeah it's a wild hurricane

Alright hold tight. I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end

Nobody gonna have my girl she stays close on every bend

Ooh she's a killing machine she's got everything

Like a moving mouth, body control and everything

I Love her, I need her, I seed her

Yeah she turns me on

Alright hold tight I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain

Nobody gonna steal my head now that I'm on the road again

Ooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything

Like a moving ground, throttle control and everything

I love it, I need it, I seed it

Eight cylinders all mine

Alright hold tight I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car

I'm a highway star, I'm a highway star