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He cracks a wicked smile and his foot pressed to the floor |
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Flyin' down country roads that he's been down before |
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One of just three men that the sheriff cannot catch |
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And he's travelin' 90 miles down the Bolton Stretch |
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The first time we had seen his face was back in '84 |
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He walked right into old O'Hares, he robbed that liquor store |
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The sheriff tried to catch him but the man he got away |
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And he didn't show his face in town again until today |
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Didn't come for justice, didn't come to make amends |
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Doesn't ask forgiveness, he's not looking to make friends |
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Just that he was passing through with money wearin' thin |
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Now he's travelin' down the Bolton Stretch again |
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He watches all the trees fly by, but doesn't seem to care |
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Knows it's time to leave again, but doesn't know to where |
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And though he stole a lot of money, it's not enough for bail |
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And there are two blue lights behind him now, the sheriff's on his trail |
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Since the day that he was born he spent his whole live livin' free |
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With nothing but the loosest ties to friends and family |
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No punishment will make him care about the things he's done |
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And if he lives another 20 years he'll live 'em on the run |
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