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There's an Elvis movie on the marquee sign |
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We've all seen at least three times |
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Everybody's broke, Bobby's got a buck |
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Put a dollar's worth of gas in his pickup truck |
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We're going ninety miles an hour down a deadend road |
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What's the hurry, son... where you gonna go? |
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We're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
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Lucy's got her lipstick on a little too bright |
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Bobby's gettin' drunk and lookin' for a fight |
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Liquor on his breath and trouble on his mind |
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And Lucy's just a kid, along for the ride |
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Got a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine |
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Gotta be bad just to have a good time |
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They're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
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Bobby told Lucy, "The world ain't round... |
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Drops off sharp at the edge of town |
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Lucy, you know the world must be flat |
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'Cause when people leave town, they never come back" |
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They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign |
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Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they change their mind |
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They howl at the moon, shoot out the light |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
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They howl at the moon, shoot out the light |
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Yeah, it's a small town Saturday night |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
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It's a small town Saturday night |
