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I was out driving |
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just a taking it slow |
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Looked at my tank |
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it was reading low |
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Pulled in a Exxon station |
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out on Highway One |
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Held up without a gun, |
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held up without a gun |
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Some damn fool with a guitar |
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walkin' down the street |
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ain't got nowhere to go |
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Ain't got nothing to eat |
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Man with a cigar says, |
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"Sign here son"; |
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Held up without a gun, |
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held up without a gun |
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Now it's a sin |
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and it oughta be a crime |
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You know it happens buddy |
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all the time |
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Try to make a living, |
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try to have a little fun |
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Held up without a gun, |
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held up without a gun |
