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Well you know I've been stuck turning ninety miles an hour
'Tween a cement wall and a semi-truck
In the drivin' rain, fear of hydroplane
Fear of what's around the bend if I pass this rig

Well I cannot see what lies ahead
So I grip the wheel tight and try to keep my head
Flip the wipers high, try to fight the wind
Determined as hell to see my baby again
Determined as hell to see my baby again

Well the devil got to talkin' I pretended not to hear
As I focused on the road and did my best to steer clear
He got to whisperin', he's got a grip on my sin
He started to convince me this could be my end

Well I cannot see what lies ahead
So I grip the wheel tight and try to keep my head
Flip the wipers high try to fight the wind
Determined as hell to see my baby again
Determined as hell to see my baby again

Oh lord I'm prayin' please sharpen my wits
Help me get back to my baby again
Oh baby oh baby won't you hold on tight
I'll be laying next to you before the morning light

Well I cannot see what lies ahead
So I grip the wheel tight I try to keep my head
Flip the wipers high, try to fight the wind
Determined as hell to see my baby again
Determined as hell to see my baby again
Determined as hell...Oh, won't you help me see my baby
again

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