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McMurtry |
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Terry's off the track |
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Sent him away and he won't be back for a while |
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Fifteen years old |
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One night he lost control |
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Straight shots |
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Staggered out to the parking lot |
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Someone called him names |
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He was in no mood for games |
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He was irate |
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Courtin' fate |
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It all went off in the blink of an eye |
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There's no turnin back or questioning why |
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It was the heat of the moment |
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Flash in the pan |
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Blood on the gravel and a long neck in his hand |
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Terry's off the track |
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Been gone two years and he ain't been back a time |
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Sent him to a school |
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Pays attention and he minds the rules |
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And he makes no fuss |
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Says he misses us |
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Plays his guitar low |
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In his room 'neath a sixty-watt glow |
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Till the counselor shouts, "Lights out." |
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Then it all comes back |
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Ringin in his ear |
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My God boy, whatcha doin' in here? |
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It was the heat of the moment |
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A flash in the pan |
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Never shoulda happened |
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And you know it never will again |
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Terry's off the track |
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Someday he'll be comin' back, they say |
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His hometown looks the same |
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Same old streets and the same old games to play |
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Must be a dream |
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Eleven months he turns eighteen |
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And he's outta there |
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But he won't leave the walls behind |
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They're gonna stay with him a good long time |
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In the heat of the moment |
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Any old day |
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It don't take a second to throw it all away |
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Terry's off the track |
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Sent him away and he won't be back for a while |
