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Oh the devil, he's in the details,
Cause it all comes out in the wash.
I've seen a poor boy cry with joy, I've seen a rich man kneel and beg,
Oh, I've seen it all.
So I drove out just north of town,
To the creek where Jimmy drowned.
Oh it ebbs and it flows, and it goes to show,
Oh, we survive.
Highway 2, it goes on forever,
It stretches out across the river,
Till it floods and does away with the victims of the day,
Oh, it survives.
Like the rain on a summer street, it soaks the ground and calms the heat,
Oh, I've seen it all.
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87 Octane
04:04
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Lonely Maria lights the candles in her hotel room,
They get her down but in the end they get her through.
Spent the night in Amarillo, wasn't much to see;
She took the blanket and the pillow, and both the hotel keys.
87 octane is freedom,
This car can run straight through the night.
I-10 corridor and Houston,
Looking for memories in the moonlight.
Sitting on her bedroom floor,
She's smoking with the windows closed;
And when the records play she whispers things that no one knows:
Like how to get to California on a dollar a day,
Where theres a city of gold, but no one knows the way.
87 octane and cigarettes,
These roads might just take your life.
Painted deserts and canyons,
Looking for whatever you can find.
87 octane is gospel,
The Pacific glistens in the sunlight.
Santa Monica and a phone call,
Some things you can't leave behind.
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Pa
03:15
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Roll a smoke, roll a smoke,
Roll a smoke for me, Pa.
Tell a joke, tell a joke,
Tell a joke like you used to,
Like you used to.
Lay a stone, lay a stone,
Lay a stone for you, Pa.
Drive me home, drive me home,
Drive me home like you used to,
Like you used to.
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Wewahitchka
03:26
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There's a gal that I knew from high school,
She fell in love with a friend of mine.
They moved down to Wewahitchka,
And we knew it was a matter of time
Cause she could fill up Okechobee
With the tears she shed for him.
When the dykes have reached their limit,
Oh the town, it'll move again.
So come on, come on, come on, It'll be alright.
Cause everyone has their first fight.
I'm going back to Chipley, leave me don't you dare.
You wouldn't leave me alone if you cared.
So she cries out to her Mama,
And she cries out the Lord.
She says "Please, oh please redeem me,
For the things I've said before."
Cause all the girls just want the same thing,
Peace of mind and a diamond ring.
All the boys are fine with searching
For a girl who don't want these.
Come on, come on, come on, It'll be alright.
Cause everyone has their first fight.
I'm going back to Chipley, leave me don't you dare.
You wouldn't leave me alone if you cared.
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Instincts
04:48
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Well I work all day, and I sleep all night,
And I dream of that girl.
And she says, "You'll be mine," but I know that's a lie.
Oh, I still dream of that girl.
Oh, and because you don't know; crimson covered clothes,
Figure four, nine times nine; Trust your instincts, and I'll trust mine.
I'm a man of my word and the things I've seen and heard,
Well they would take you by surprise.
And I'm a man of the world and you're just a little girl,
I can see through your disguise.
Oh, and because you don't know; crimson covered clothes,
Figure four, nine times nine; Trust your instincts, and I'll trust mine.
Pardon my French, but I've got to get the heck up out of here,
It's hurting my head.
You told me that she loved me, but I can't tell the difference
Between things said and did.
Oh, and because you don't know; crimson covered clothes,
Figure four, nine times nine; Trust your instincts, and I'll trust mine.
Oh, and because...
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