Written by Lowell George and Bill Payne
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Tailights flickerin', as he pulled up to a truckstop
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The same old crowd was hangin' out again tonight
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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, 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, he was merrily greeted
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By the girl with whom 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, well all his eyes could see
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Was the stare 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 terrilble thing, to see what remained
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Of the rig that poor Danny was in
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And he was so young and 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, and 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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| The Byrds |
