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By C.W. McCall, A ghostly chorus]Night rider Well, a-truckin' on the night line,
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By C.W. McCall, Come ride with me cowboysI'll tell you a storyOut where
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By C.W. McCall, One time when I's growin' up -- it was when
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By C.W. McCall, She was mud and sand and concreteMixed with water made
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By C.W. McCall, She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught
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By C.W. McCall, Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fogJust me an'
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By C.W. McCall, Did you see me at Westport LandingOn the wide Missouri
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By C.W. McCall, Well, they're rompin' down in AustinAnd they call it "Western
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By C.W. McCall, Well, the Wall Street Journal and The New York TimesCarried
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By C.W. McCall, YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them
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By C.W. McCall, One cold, black night of a Colorado winterIt snowed on
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By C.W. McCall, From the album Wolf Creek PassWhen the skies are gray,
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By C.W. McCall, [Spoken] Well, I had two weeks vacation comin', so I
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By C.W. McCall, [On the CB.]Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You
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By C.W. McCall, [The only musical instrument heard is the plucking of a
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By C.W. McCall, Well, now, pay attention peopleJust in case you hadn't heardThere's
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By C.W. McCall, When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,And everything's whiteI sit
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By C.W. McCall, Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and
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By C.W. McCall, Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that
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By C.W. McCall, Take my duds to the junkmanGive 'im ev'rything I gotTake
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By C.W. McCall, Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little tripAlong with Colonel
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By C.W. McCall, On a cold November mornin'Back in nineteen-thirty-sevenWith an early snow
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By C.W. McCall, One green April mornin', when I was a young boyI
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By C.W. McCall, How long has it beenSince you got up on the
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By C.W. McCall, Just another Texas bus stopTexas never seems to endOn my
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By C.W. McCall, She was born one mornin' on a San Juan summerBack
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By C.W. McCall, Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend'Til they
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By C.W. McCall, Ev'ry evenin', when the sun goes downAnd nobody can see
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By C.W. McCall, Jimmy Joe left the mountain 'bout seven months ago,When the
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By C.W. McCall, [Chorus](Gotta keep these wheels) Wheels of fortune rollin'It don't matter