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Last night I was out driving |
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Coming home at the end of the working day |
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I was riding alone through the drizzling rain |
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On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane |
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When I came upon a wreck on the highway |
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There was blood and glass all over |
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And there was nobody there but me |
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As the rain tumbled down hard and cold |
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I seen a young man lying by the side of the road |
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He cried Mister, won't you help me please |
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An ambulance finally came and took him to Riverside |
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I watched as they drove him away |
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And I thought of a girlfriend or a young wife |
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And a state trooper knocking in the middle of the night |
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To say your baby died in a wreck on the highway |
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Sometimes I sit up in the darkness |
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And I watch my baby as she sleeps |
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Then I climb in bed and I hold her tight |
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I just lay there awake in the middle of the night |
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Thinking 'bout the wreck on the highway |