We were on our way to Flagstaff
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Driving up that windy road
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With two roadworthy vehicles
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And one hellacious load
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Somehow they fell behind us
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We thought we'd meet them there
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But here we are in Flagstaff
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And the van's Christ knows where
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And I'm still wondering where those bastards are
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They're probably swilling in some Sedona bar
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I think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car
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'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are
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Well they didn't bother calling
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They knew just where we'd be
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The band was told to start at nine
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And now it's ten-fifteen
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If we don't get set up and play
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The bar will close its doors
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Then we'll have to pay for our way home
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By sweeping up the floors
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But I'm still wondering where those bastards are
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They're probably swilling in some Sedona bar
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I think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car
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'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are
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The owner told us flatly
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We won't play here again
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Until hell freezes over,
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Perhaps not even then
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Well it's time to leave this empty bar
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It's closing anyway
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You might say we're shit out of luck
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But all that I can say is...
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I'm still wondering where those bastards
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They're probably swilling in some Sedona bar
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I think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car
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'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are.
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I'M STILL WONDERING WHERE THOSE BASTARDS ARE
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| Gin Blossoms |
