He grew up in a one-horse town
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Wasn't much to do since all them bars had closed down
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He'd stare up to the stars sometimes when no one was around
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And he dreamed of getting out
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So he bought himself a pick-up truck that was covered up in rust
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He found a buddy for the shotgun seat that was someone he could trust
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And they hit the gas, headed west out to the setting sun
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When the dust had cleared, they were gone.
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Well leaving just came natural, that's the way it seemed to him
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He'd been doing it so long, that's the way he'd always been
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And you can find him in some hotel room with the television on
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He might be high and he'll probably ramble on
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You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn
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But in the morning... in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.
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So he met a girl in a town along the way
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She had beautiful brown eyes and a place that he could stay
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So he fell in love, and she fell in love in kind
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It was so perfect that of course he lost his mind.
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He snuck of the kitchen one day before the dawn
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She called out after him and ran across the lawn
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And he said some things that he didn't mean
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That he'd best be travelin' on
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She shed some tears and he was gone.
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Well leaving just came natural, that's the way it seemed to him
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He'd been doing it so long, that's the way he'd always been
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And you can find him in some hotel room with the television on
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He might be high and he'll probably ramble on
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You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn
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But in the morning... in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.
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Eighteen years later, fifteen-hundred miles from home
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He can't shake her from his mind though the whiskey soaks his bones
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He heads out on a back-roads in the middle of the night
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Petal to the metal, you know he timed that curve just right
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But some bridges you cross over but the rest you've got to burn
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He may have lost the road the road but I know he made his turn
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And as we pulled him from the wreckage, I promised him a song
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Cause it was clear that he was gone.
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Well leaving just came natural, that's the way it seemed to him
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He'd been doing it so long, that's the way he'd always been
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And you can find him in some hotel room with the television on
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He might be high and he'll probably ramble on
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You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn
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But in the morning... in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.
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Car Wreck
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| The Devil Makes Three |
