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Written by |
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Lowell George and |
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Bill Payne |
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Tailights flickerin', as he pulled up to a truckstop |
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The same old crowd was hangin' out again tonight |
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He said, " |
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Fill up my tank while |
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I go check my load |
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It feels like it's shifting all around" |
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He was the kind of man, do all he could |
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Above all he had integrity |
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But he was so young |
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And on a ten city run |
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In love with a truck stop girl |
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As he went inside, he was merrily greeted |
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By the girl with whom he was in love |
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She held out a glass and said, " |
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Have another |
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This is the last time we can meet" |
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With her hair piled up high and a look in her eye |
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That would turn any good man's blood to wine |
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All his eyes could see, well all his eyes could see |
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Was the stare from all those around him |
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He ran out to the lot, and climbed into his rig |
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And drove off without tightening down |
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It was a terrilble thing, to see what remained |
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Of the rig that poor |
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Danny was in |
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And he was so young and on a ten city run |
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In love with a truck stop girl |
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But he was so young, and on a ten city run |
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In love with a truck stop girl |