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It was a two lane north of Casper |
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Is where this all begins |
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Heading back to Oklahoma |
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For a week to visit friends |
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She was walking on the highway |
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So I pulled off to the side |
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And asked her is she needed a ride |
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We tore up that old blacktop |
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Til' we found I-25 |
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And just into Colorado |
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She asked if she could drive |
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I never met nobody like her |
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I never laughed so much |
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And I grew hungry for her touch |
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(Chorus) |
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I used to think of autum |
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As sweaters and leaves |
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And I used to think the night |
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Was just for dreamers and theives |
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But that was before she came |
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Allison Miranda was her name |
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By the time that we hit Kansas |
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We both felt pretty beat |
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So we found our selves a motel |
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And grabbed a bite to eat |
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And we'd rest for a few short hours |
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Soon we'd be out of there |
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Three days later we came up for air |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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Now I can't forget the morning |
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I woke alone in bed |
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To a rose left on her pillow |
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And a goodbye note that read |
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You can not grow a flower |
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If you do not have a seed |
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Now I've got everything I need |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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Oh, it was her name |
