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Caught a ride into South Dakota, |
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With two girls in a light blue Desoto, |
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You know one's name was Jane, |
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The other was plain, |
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But they both had racing motors. |
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Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife, |
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She had a brand new laid down Rambler. |
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She stopped outside of town, |
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Laid the rambler down, |
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Said she sure could dig it if I rode her, |
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Said she sure could dig it if I rode her. |
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Doing my best to get back to you, |
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Ain't nothing' I'd rather do. |
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Look for me Sunday, |
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Gonna be there, honey, |
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With something special just for you. |
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Yeah a little something special just for you. |
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At a truck stop for toothpick and water, |
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Caught a ride with a fruit picker's daughter, |
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I drove her through the night, |
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While the fruit got ripe, |
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She gave me all I could eat for a quarter. |
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Next I hopped a train with a hobo woman, |
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Said she was from Texas too. |
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The way she did, what she did, |
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What she did, what she did to me, |
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Made me think of you. |
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Yeah honey made me think of you. |
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Doing my best to get back to you, |
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Ain't nothing I'd rather do, |
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Look for me Sunday, |
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Hope I'll be there, honey |
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With something special just for you, |
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Yeah a little something special just for you |
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Bet all my money on a race horse baby |
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One they said can't lose. |
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Now I'm walking down here, |
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In the freezing rain |
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Trying to get to you, trying to get to you. |
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Doing everything I know how to do |
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I'm down here in the freezing rain, honey |
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Trying to get to you, |
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Yeah just trying to get to you. |
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Doing everything, everything I know how to do |
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Walking down here in the freezing rain, honey |
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Trying to get to you, |
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Yeah trying to get to you. |
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And I'm walking and I'm talking to myself |
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And it's raining and I'm freezing me to death |
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Thinking 'bout you babe |
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Thinking 'bout you babe |
