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Weeds blow tall on a broken train track |
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Ruth B. draws, we're fixin' to get high |
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Maybe we'll hit the bluffs |
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And find ourselves the same old rum |
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But everybody says this place is beautiful |
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And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye |
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But everything's the same, this town is pitiful |
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And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly |
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Life goes by on a Talihina sky |
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The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble |
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The knocked up girls, well, they've all got their share |
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Ruth seems out of her mind, swears she won't give in this time |
