Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
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Hanging on a rearview mirror that bleeds
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Keepin' her eyes on the open road
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No tellin' where that son-a bitch goes
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Got her doors locked doin' 75
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Don't care to be caught now, dead or alive
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Seen enough to kill anyone's soul
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Keepin' her eyes on the open road
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Keepin' her eyes on the open road
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The open road where the hopeless come
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To see if hope still runs
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One by one they bring their broke down loads
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And leave 'em where the hobo dreams are stowed
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Out on the open road
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Out on the open road
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Midnight fallin' like a bag of bones
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Weighted down now the rest with stones
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Bouncin' off a river the moon made steel
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Cracking off the chrome of a steering wheel
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Anything back there is burned and dead
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Any love they made any words they said
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Nothing to do now but drop it and roll
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Into the lights of the open road
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Into the lights of the open road
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The open road where the hopeless come
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To see if hope still runs
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One by one they bring their broke down loads
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And leave 'em where the hobo dreams are stowed
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Out on the open road
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Out on the open road
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Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
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Hanging on a rearview mirror on the beach
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Keepin' their eyes on the open road
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No tellin' where that son-a bitch goes
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The open road where the hopeless come
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To see if hope still runs
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One by one they bring their broke down loads
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And leave 'em where the hobo dreams are stowed
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Out on the open road
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Out on the open road
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The Open Road
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| John Hiatt |
