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written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer |
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As I came acrose the Pecos and broke west of the line |
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This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time |
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So I was racing through the rain with this rig from Tennessee |
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When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me |
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They were singing |
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I ain't sittin' in no shack |
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Got me a Ford right out the back |
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So come on and roll me over |
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If I ain't there in nothing flat |
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With a honky-tonk attitude |
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I'll be doing the straight line swing |
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C'mon and grab your horseshoe |
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And throw it in the ring |
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Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge |
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The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge |
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So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud |
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And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood |
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Still my radio was singing |
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I ain't sittin' in no shack |
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Got me a Ford right out the back |
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So come on and roll me over |
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If I ain't there in nothing flat |
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With a honky-tonk attitude |
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I'll be doing the straight line swing |
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C'mon and grab your horseshoe |
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And throw it in the ring |
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With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free |
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With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me |
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So I told him about the message; he said, That can't be right |
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The storm knocked out the radio tower late last Saturday night |
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But through the static we heard singing |
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I ain't sittin' in no shack |
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Got me a Ford right out the back |
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So come on and roll me over |
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If I ain't there in nothing flat |
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With a honky-tonk attitude |
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I'll be doing the straight line swing |
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C'mon and grab your horseshoe |
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And throw it in the ring |
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Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate |
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Out the dead air on the waveband, the Texas Playboys break |
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You'll hear a keening voice, Bob Wills is with you as you drive |
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And you'll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935 |
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Can you hear him singing |
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I ain't sittin' in no shack |
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Got me a Ford right out the back |
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So come on and roll me over |
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If I ain't there in nothing flat |
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With a honky-tonk attitude |
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I'll be doing the straight line swing |
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C'mon and grab your horseshoe |
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And throw it in the ring |
