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Well it's a long way to Richmond, rollin' north on 95 |
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With a red head ridin' shot-gun and a pistol by my side |
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Tearin' down that highway like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde |
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We met at a truck stop, Johnson City, Tennessee |
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I was gasin' up my Firebird when I heard her calling me |
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Said, "Which way are you headed boy? Do you need some company?" |
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She had me stoppin' at a quick mart before we made it out of town |
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Next thing she was runnin' at me tellin' me to lay that hammer down |
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'Cuz there's a man right behind me doing his best to slow me down |
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Yeah, well it's a long way to Richmond, rollin' north on 95 |
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With a red head ridin' shot-gun and a pistol by my side |
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Tearin' down that highway like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde |
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Well we pulled up to a motel in the middle of the night |
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We were countin' all the money, smokin' stolen Marlboro Lights |
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Lord we never saw 'em coming, till they read us both our rights |
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Yeah and it's a long way to Richmond, rollin' north on 95 |
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With a sheriff right beside me, pistol pointed at my side |
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Such a disappointing ending for this modern day Bonnie and Clyde, yeah |