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By James McMurtry, Strap them kids in give 'em a little bit of
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By James McMurtry, The hurricane party's windin' down
And we're all waitin' for the
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By James McMurtry, She gets a little restless in the spring
She might follow
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By James McMurtry, hear the trucks on the highway
and the ticking of the
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By James McMurtry, There?s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by
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By James McMurtry, The air raid siren at the high school blew
Every weekday,
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By James McMurtry, Turned off the tv
sat down to dinner
phone rang, we were
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By James McMurtry, Where have been? I dont want to know
Probably some place
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By James McMurtry, Where'd you go last night?
I never heard you leaving
I woke
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By James McMurtry, Ive got it all to myself now
Crack the window just
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By James McMurtry, Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone
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By James McMurtry, My thoughts were gnawing at me so I tried hard
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By James McMurtry, He was a drinking man with a guitar problem
Didn't have
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By James McMurtry, Last time I saw you
it could've been Christmas eve
it could've
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By James McMurtry, The in-laws are waiting the games have begun
The cell phone
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By James McMurtry, I'm not from here
I just live here
grew up somewhere far
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By James McMurtry, Flatter than a table top
Makes you wonder why they stopped
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By James McMurtry, Look off down the highway
at the glittering lights
Like windshield glass
on
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By James McMurtry, Mama keeps tryin to get the game on the radioDaddys
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By James McMurtry, I guess we knew the cards were stacked
Started out the
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By James McMurtry, Coming down the mountain boys what do I see
Bear tracks
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By James McMurtry, They broke into your car last night,
took the stereo
Now you
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By James McMurtry, When you land in Paris and they wave you right
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By James McMurtry, Picked you up in Pocatello
In some truck stop parking lot
Out
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By James McMurtry, Must be a cold front coming
Cause I saw the eastbound
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By James McMurtry, Remember when we'd get together
Burn the candle don't you know
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By James McMurtry, ride the blue wind high and free
she'll lead you down
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By James McMurtry, Standin' in the middle of a Roman street
Marble dust all
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By James McMurtry, Where you going
with your head hung down
Papers blowin' through the
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By James McMurtry, I saw Pete and Johnny too
Dressed up in their Sunday