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He came here on a highway gang |
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To lay down the great asphalt escape lanes for the everyman |
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And he stayed here |
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The road moved on |
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He'd grown tired of smacking the asphalt from his trousers |
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In the cold before dawn |
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Where does it go |
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Well you leave it alone |
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He comes 'round half past nine |
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With a yesterday's paper folded |
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And a dollar-ninety cents |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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She pours [his] coffee, he watches |
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She fills up ketchup bottles |
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And it happens everyday |
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And he's thinking |
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[Chorus] |
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Oh my, what a capable girl |
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Oh my, Am I willing |
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[Chorus] |
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And I'm thinking |
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[Chorus] x2 |
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Is she willing |
