Comfort In The Curves

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It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get away
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I out ran a cold front when I gave my truck the reins
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Barreling down I- 35 with one thought on my mind
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Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city far
behind

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Well, hello there Austin, you look to be just fine
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Pardon me San Marcos but I'm trying to make some time
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There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves
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There's a peace of mind in the straight away
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And there's comfort in the curves

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I didn't pull off in Von Ormy like I normally do
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I went on down to Dveine town, I bought a six pack or two
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I glanced back across my shoulder like a seventh season
buck
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All I saw was a wall of clouds, I hopped back in my truck

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Guttentag, New Braunfels, how are you to day?
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Hola, ol' San Antone, please stand out of my way
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There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves
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There's a peace of mind in the straight-away
            G#             Db
And there's comfort in the curves

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Well I know that mother nature will catch me in the end
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But I'll put some miles behind me before I turn to face the
wind
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Don't you leave that barn door open, not even just a
crack
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If I see a hint of daylight you'll never get me back

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Well, hello old Batesville, do you remember me?
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And look out there La Pryor but I'm coming through can't you
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see?
          F#                         Db         Bbm
There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves
          Db                   F#
There's a peace of mind in the straight-away
            G#             Db
And there's comfort in the curves

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I say I'm barreling down I- 35 with one thought on my
mind
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Forget the race, find and open space, leave that city
     G#                  Db
That damned old city far behind
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Leave that city way far behind.