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He grew up in a one-horse town |
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Wasn't much to do since all them bars had closed down |
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He'd stare up to the stars sometimes when no one was around |
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And he dreamed of getting out |
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So he bought himself a pick-up truck that was covered up in rust |
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He found a buddy for the shotgun seat that was someone he could trust |
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And they hit the gas, headed west out to the setting sun |
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When the dust had cleared, they were gone. |
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Well leaving just came natural, that's the way it seemed to him |
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He'd been doing it so long, that's the way he'd always been |
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And you can find him in some hotel room with the television on |
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He might be high and he'll probably ramble on |
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You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn |
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But in the morning... in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone. |
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So he met a girl in a town along the way |
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She had beautiful brown eyes and a place that he could stay |
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So he fell in love, and she fell in love in kind |
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It was so perfect that of course he lost his mind. |
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He snuck of the kitchen one day before the dawn |
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She called out after him and ran across the lawn |
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And he said some things that he didnt mean |
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That he'd best be travelin on |
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She shed some tears and he was gone. |
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Well leaving just came natural, that's the way it seemed to him |
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He'd been doing it so long, that's the way he'd always been |
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And you can find him in some hotel room with the television on |
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He might be high and he'll probably ramble on |
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You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn |
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But in the morning... in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone. |
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Eighteen years later, fifteen-hundred miles from home |
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He can't shake her from his mind though the whiskey soaks his bones |
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He heads out on a back-roads in the middle of the night |
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Petal to the metal, you know he timed that curve just right |
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But some bridges you cross over but the rest you've got to burn |
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He may have lost the road the road but I know he made his turn |
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And as we pulled him from the wreckage, I promised him a song |
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Cause it was clear that he was gone. |
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Well leaving just came natural, that's the way it seemed to him |
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He'd been doing it so long, that's the way he'd always been |
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And you can find him in some hotel room with the television on |
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He might be high and he'll probably ramble on |
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You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn |
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But in the morning... in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone. |
