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Howdy. We've moved from Cayce, but St. Elizabeth of South Rose Hill or Lizette de Waccamaw de Sud just don't do it for me.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

10-Foot Elvis

For Mom & Dad:

On a hot August day, Daddy came to help us move;
When evening rolled around he called and said "I'll be home soon."
Well, although it took him seven hours,
He was able to prove that
You can get there on Number One.

You can get there, get there, get there, get there,
You can get there on Number One.

When we'd set out on a road trip, Daddy'd map out a route,
And point out all the tiny towns and places we'd go through,
And all the great things that we'd miss
If we forgot this truth, that
You can get there on Number One.

You can get there, get there, get there, get there,
You can get there on Number One.

Camp Agape, downtown Ridgeway, Joel Poinsett Park,
Cemeteries, general stores, Ft. Jackson after dark
Ice cream cones at Angelos,
Let's pile into the car--
Now we're really having fun...

'Cause a straight line is the fastest route between two destinations,
And the interstate is the fastest way to cross this great big nation;
But those backroads
Are where living gets done, and
You can get there on Number One.

You can get there, get there, get there, get there,
You can get there on Number One.

They don't sell velvet paintings on the interstate;
You've got to get off the highway to find something that great;
You can score yourself a 10-foot Elvis,
In your choice of weights, and
You can get there on Number One.

'Cause a straight line is the fastest route between two destinations,
And the interstate is the fastest way to cross this great big nation.
But those backroads
Are where living gets done, and
You can get there on Number One.

You can get there, get there, get there, get there,
You can get there on Number One.

You can get there, get there

And you'll get there when you get there,

You can get there on Number One.

(c) 2002 HCC Music.

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