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Ripped off and run out of town |
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Had my guitar burned when I was clownin' |
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Haven't slept in a bed for a week |
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And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet |
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Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one |
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Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in |
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Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas |
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And asked if he had a place for me |
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His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit |
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And he said not in my house, not in my house |
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You look like you're part of a conspiracy |
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Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats |
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Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over |
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They're stopping every one who looks too wierd |
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At the ghoul bust Texas road block |
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Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one |
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Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in |
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Got a ride on a highway king |
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Made the cross road by nine fifteen |
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If I don't find a place to crash |
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Well I might as well cash it all in |
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If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool |
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Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair |
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Or do you even care |
