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Kickstand up at the break of dawn
Two hundred miles before the night is gone
Route sixty-six is our open map
No looking back, no safety lap
And the heat is rising off the black asphalt Nothing in our
way, no reason to halt (yeah)
We are chasing the edge of the blue sky
Born to run and we're born to fly
On this highway of silver and gold Writing stories that never grow
old!
Dust on the boots,
wind in the face
We're setting our own sovereign pace
Past the ghost towns and neon-free motels
Listening close to the engine bells
There's a freedom that you only find
When you leave the static noise behind (oh-oh-oh)
We are chasing the edge of the blue sky
Born to run and we're born to fly
On this highway of silver and gold Writing stories that never grow
old!
Chasing that horizon... Yeah we're riding free