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Haulin'
written by John Hiatt

Hauliní, Iím hauliní
Fort Smith to Louisville
Iím gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill

Well, Iím flyiní, flyiní
No one on the road tonight
My radar detectorís not buzziní
No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight

Got a little gig in Nashville
Beat it back to Arkansas
Followed me all the way to Little Rock
Sayiní something I done was against the law

So Iím hauliní, hauliní
Fort Smith to Louisville
Gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby with time to kill

So Iím hauliní, hauliní
Iím gonna get there
Rolliní in the bluegrass of Kentucky
Iím gonna get there

V-8 slappin out real time
Deeper than a 808
Leakiníred eye gravy from my manifold
Spoutiní hot coffee from the boiler plate

Iím chewiní up the road like biscuits
Makiní all the time in the world
Sun comes up and Iím crossiní
Kentucky state line gonna see my girl

She likes it early in the morniní
Like it in the evening too
In between she donít mind it
Just about any old time will do

So Iím hauliní, hauliní
Fort Smith to Louisville
Iím gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill

And Iím hauliní, hauliní
Iím gonna get there
Rolliní in the green grass of Kentucky
Yeah Iím gonna get there

I tell her not to worry
They couldnít pin nothiní on me
Club owner short a hundred dollars
I do it for fun, but I still gotta eat

I cut him and I coasted through Conway
Put him by the side of the road
Made Fort Smith that evening
Packed me a bag now Iím ready to go

And Iím hauliní, hauliní
Fort Smith to Louisville
Iím gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby with time to kill

Flyiní, flyiní
Iím gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Oh, Iím gonna get there

Flyiní, flyiní
Iím gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Oh, Iím gonna get there

Yeah