Far off in a distant land
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A man lying dead in the sand
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Lying by his side was a song
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Written down on a parchment fair
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Overgrown with ageing hair
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You could see this man died alone
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From riding shotgun on the 4.42
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Repeat
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Riding shotgun was his dream
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But he's fallen dead it seems
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Riding shotgun on the 4.42
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When the sun it got too hot
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I was glad of what I'd got
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Living on the food that I found
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Twenty minutes left to go
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Another town's in sight you know
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Think I'll rest my boots while I can
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Riding shotgun on the 4.42
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Here comes Lucy Springer
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You know that she's a ringer
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She'll take you for a ride for awhile
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You know that she looks fancy
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Much more slick than Nancy
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You know you'll have to pay for a smile
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Riding shotgun on the 4.42
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I know that I ain't been mean
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And I always kept my sixguns clean
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And I feel I'm at the end of my road
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I'll make way for someone new
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Do you think it could be you
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As I lie face down dead in the road
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Riding shotgun on the 4.42
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Shotgun
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| Graeme Edge |
