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Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot |
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And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot |
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Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back |
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Of a rented ford |
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They couldn't know they weren't going far |
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Each one with the money in his pocket |
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Could go out and buy himself a brand new car |
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But they all had the money they had |
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Money they hoped would take them very far |
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The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck |
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And they hadn't seen a cop around all day (what luck...) |
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They brought everything they needed |
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bags and scales to weigh the stuff |
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The driver said the border's just over the bluff |
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It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped |
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In the middle of a cold and barren place |
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And the other guy turned and spilled |
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Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain? |
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Then came the last days of May, I'll be breathing dry air |
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I'm leaving soon, the others are already there |
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You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here |
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They say the west is nice this time of year |
