Cause I'm the High Plains Drifter,
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And I'm a drifter
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The Hight Plains Drifter,
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And I'm a drifter
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They can't catch me never gonna find me
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They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter
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Pulled over to the river to take a rest
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Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of my chest
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Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
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I Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack
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Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
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She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
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Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
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Check out the odometer and I was on my way
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Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get
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A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
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Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
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Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed
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I'm Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
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Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
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Spend another night at the Motel 6
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It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks
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Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
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I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
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Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
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I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
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I left my car outside and the engine still revvin'
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Time to get busy at 7-Eleven
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Then I went inside to make my withdrawal
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I saw what he had had but I had to take it all
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Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
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So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
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Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
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I made my getaway and I thought that I had it made
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I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
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Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
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Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
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I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
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Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
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Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
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I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
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I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
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Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
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you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
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Outta the car longhair your goose is cooked
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Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked
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Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
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Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
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Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
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I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry
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Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
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Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
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With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
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My man turned to me and said why are you here?
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I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing
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Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
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I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
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He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key
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Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
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Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
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I had a good feeling easy come easy go
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I bet on one horse to win and another to show
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And sure enough that knak came in
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Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
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Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
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Hot wired hot wheeled and Suzy is a headbanger
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High Plains Drifter
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