Don’t Drive Through

Every now and then
 I run into a friend
 That tells me that their travelling cross the country end to end
 They tell me 'bout their plans
 And where their going to
 When I ask about New Brunswick
 They say
 "We're driving through"
 And I say driving through
 You can't drive right through
 Oh the woods may be thick
 And the highway may be new
 But that don't mean that you should drive right through
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 Oh you gotta take a break
 You gotta make some stops
 You can't come this far without seeing the Hopewell Rocks
 Take my word
 It'll be worth your time
 That walk along the fundy shore will blow your mind
 And I bet you now
 We'll both see the day
 You'll call me up
 And I'll here you say
 "Drive (drive) (drive) right through
 Drive right through
 Oh I went to see those rocks like you told me to
 And I'm so glad that I didn't drive right through
 Oh I went to see those rocks like you told me to
 And I'm so glad that I didn't drive right through"
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 And to think my friend
 That we've just begun
 Those Hopewell Rocks are great
 But there's more to be done
 There's the North Shore, Caraquet, and Tracadie
 Bathurst, Bouctouche, and the Miramachi
 There's Fredericton, Hartland, Edmundston, Moncton, Quispamsis
 I hope you're taking notes
 I hope you're making a list
 Saint-Léonard, Saint-Quentin
 St. Andrews and Saint John
 If you drive right through you'll be doing it all wrong
 Drive right through
 Drive right through
 Oh you heard about New Brunswick
 But I bet you never knew
 All the things that you miss
 If you drive right through
 Drive right through
 Drive right through
 Oh you heard about New Brunswick
 But I bet you never knew
 All the things that you miss
 If you drive right through
 You'll be missin' lots
 Don't drive right through
 Oh you'll be missin' lots
 Don't drive right through
 Oh you'll be missin' lots
 Don't drive right through
 Oh you'll be missin' lots
 Don't drive right through