News travel fast in a small desert town
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It wasn't long ago before the word got around
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In that car was headed that way
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So the sheriff and the boys
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Were gonna stop him on the highway
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Right where it intersected big black rock
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So it wasn't long at all
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Before the whole town was
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Out standing round
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Hammering a nail and building up a pipe
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In a roadblock
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Just hanging in a roadblock
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The mayor's wife sat in the shade
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And talked her way through a few good lies
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While her husband practiced his acceptance speech
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For a medal from the FBI
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And granny rocked back in her chair
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And said just what did this man do?
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While some idiot kids from school ate the dirty
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Snow cones colored red, white and blue
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At the roadblock
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Just hanging round the roadblock
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Just hanging round the roadblock
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Just hanging round the roadblock
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And the local paper jumped the gun
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And printed the big headline
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Town is saved from killer car
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With roadblock at Stateline
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Three miles down the highway in a Chevy 69
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Were a pair of crazy eyeballs jumping left and right in time
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To an eight track tape playing Foghat and ...
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And a gasoline soaked hand shifting a little plastic skull
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And on the arm a blue tattoo that read I'm a son of a bitch
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A map open on the front seat leather black as pitch
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One foot slammed on the gas no shoe
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Just an argyle sock
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And that car was screaming wild down the highway
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Like lightning towards the roadblock
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Right towards the roadblock
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Then all eyes turned down the highway
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To a big cloud of smoke
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And granny went into a mild state of shock
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And started to choke
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And then a boy up in a tree
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Yelled out here he comes
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Then twenty men strong aimed
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And fired point blank nineteen shotguns
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Well the next day the sheriff just tried to stall
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While they buried the body out behind a wall
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The newspaper said killer still on the lam
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Seems the boys at the roadblock
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Shot the wrong man
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Nobody really knew just who he was
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He was driving a Camaro with dashboard fuzz
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They all burned the car right there
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At big black rock
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And no one ever said a word at all again
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About a roadblock
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About a roadblock
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Not about a roadblock yeah
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Not about a roadblock
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Roadblock
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| Stan Ridgway |
