His tail-lights flickered as he pulled up to the truck stop
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The same old crowd was hanging out again tonite
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He said fill up my tank while I go check my load
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It feels like it's shifting all around
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He was the kind of man
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Do all he could
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Above all he had integrity
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But he was so young
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And on a ten city run
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In love with a truck stop girl
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As he went inside hew was merrily greeted
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By the girl with who he was in love
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She held out a glass and said have another
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This is the last time we can meet
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With her hair piled up high and a look in her eye
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That would turn any good man's blood to wine
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All his eyes could see, all his eyes could see
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Was the stares from all those around him
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He ran out to the lot and climbed into his rig
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And drove off without tightening down
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It was a terrible thing
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To see what remained of the rig that poor danny was in
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But he was so young
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On a ten city run
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In love with a truck stop girl
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But he was so young
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On a ten city run
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In love with a truck stop girl
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Truck Stop Girl
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| Little Feat |
