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Well a great black river a man had found |
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So he put all his money in a hole in the ground |
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And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down |
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Man now I live on the streets of Houston townPacked up my wife and kids when winter came along |
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And we headed down south with just spit and a song |
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But they said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone"Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks |
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The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back |
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Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight |
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And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonightParked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off |
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My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough |
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Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife |
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Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night |
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Says "Move along man move along"Well big limousine long shiny and black |
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You don't look ahead you don't look back |
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How many times can you get up after you've been hit ? |
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Well I swear if I could spare the spit |
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I'd lay one on your shiny chrome |
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And send you on your way back home |
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So if you're gonna leave your town where the north wind blow |
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To go on down where that sweet soda river flow |
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Well you better think twice on it Jack |
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You're better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack |
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You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend |
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Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind |
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Movin' on movin' on it's gone gone all gone |