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Standin' by a snow drift in the pale moonlight |
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Hitchhikin' west on a highway at night |
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Tryin' to get to Frisco lookin' for my girl |
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Here comes a trucker, hope he don't mind my long curls |
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I remember years ago hitchin' this same road |
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Never saw a trucker leave a man out in the cold |
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No riders sign on the window never meant a thing |
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Nowadays they just roll on lookin' kind of mean |
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Kind of makes me wonder, scratch my head and kick the snow |
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Four years of overseas who are these strangers in my home |
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Where are the country people does anybody know |
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Do you remember the Americans where did they go |
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Were they simply bought and sold |