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It was his first trip to |
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Boston in a big long disel truck |
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It was his first trip to |
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Boston he was a havin' lots of luck |
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He was headed the wrong direction down the one way street in town |
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And this is what he said when the police chased him down |
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Give me forty acres and |
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I'll turn this rig round |
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It's the easiest way that |
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I found Some guys can turn on a dime or turn it right downtown |
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But I need forty acres to turn this rig around |
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When he finally found where to outload he had the dreadful shot |
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His trailer pointed toward the road and his cab right to the dock |
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And as he looked around him through his tears he made the sound |
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Oh give me forty acres and |
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I'll turn this rig round |
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Give me forty acres... [ guitar ] |
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When he finally got unloaded he was glad to leave that town |
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He was feelin' fairy happy goin' back to |
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Alabam And up ahead he saw a sign said you are northward bound |
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He said give me forty acres and |
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I'll turn this rig round |
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He was drivin' down the right lane when ahead he saw a sign |
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Yet to make the left turn but he could not gettn' in line |
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The tears were streamin' down his cheeks and they all heard him yell |
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Give me forty sticks of dynamite and |
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I'll blow his rig to hell |
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Give me forty acres... |
