Ripped off and run out of town
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Had my guitar burned when I was clownin'
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Haven't slept in a bed for a week
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And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet
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Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one
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Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in
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Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas
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And asked if he had a place for me
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His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit
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And he said not in my house, not in my house
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You look like you're part of a conspiracy
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Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats
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Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over
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They're stopping every one who looks too weird
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At the ghoul bust texas road block
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Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one
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Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in
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Got a ride on a highway king
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Made the cross road by nine fifteen
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If I don't find a place to crash
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Well I might as well cash it all in
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If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool
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Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair
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Or do you even care
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Strawberry Flats
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| Little Feat |
