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Well, he packed up his suitcase' |
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Cause the deal gone down |
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She was slipping on her stockings |
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Lord it made the sweetest sound |
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There was a baby in the reeds |
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Along the river outside of town |
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As he wound his pocket watch |
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To set time spinnin' 'em all around |
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Wasn't long they'd be forgetting |
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This old rainy |
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Texas dayLittle fella wasn't meant |
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For this old world anyway |
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Gambling and whoring |
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Hiding from plain view |
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Tell me which one of us rounders |
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Would you trust this poor child to |
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You just roll on cold river |
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Wash little |
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Moses down |
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We've got business to attend to |
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In Chicago town, in |
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Chicago town |
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They rolled out of |
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AustinOn some kind of cattle train |
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She'd been with him for a year |
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Didn't know his second name |
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He worked the small towns hustling nine ball |
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She hooked the truck stops too |
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They were trying to make |
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ChicagoBefore the winter come blowing through |
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Some trucker sprang a leak |
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In California they supposed |
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Started working |
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ArizonaLord she missed the bloody rose |
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They rambled through the southwest |
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Making money and making time |
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But they never could find no help |
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Not a doctor, not that kind |
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You just roll on cold river |
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Wash little |
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Moses down |
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We've got business to attend to |
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In Chicago town, in |
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Chicago town |
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Some women love their babies |
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Some women won't have one |
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Some Texas woman found him |
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And we're still on the run |
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The kind of life we're living |
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He'd only slow us down |
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Ain't good for nothing anyway |
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Just rambling town to town |
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So, you just roll on cold river |
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Wash little |
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Moses down |
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We've got business to attend to |
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In Chicago town, in |
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Chicago town |
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Well he unpacked his suitcase |
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She pulled her stockings down |
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Started dreaming up a pool hall |
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And shooting up a round |
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She thought about tomorrow |
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When the money rolled around |
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That night they slept like babies |
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In Chicago town |
