Dave Alvin
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music)
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There’s a greyhound bus
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Leavin’ the great Northwest
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Takin’ her tonight
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Back down south to Texas
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She’s been dancing’ on tables
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To pay rent and be able
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To just get by and maybe stay clean.
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Abilene, Abilene
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Abilene, Abilene.
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Well her daddy’d get drunk
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Then he’d hit her hard
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And her mama’d lie in bed
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High on pills and talkin’ to God
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But like her beautiful tattoos
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These old memories she can’t lose
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Since she ran away at fifteen.
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Abilene, Abilene
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There’s a town ahead that you’ve never seen
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Maybe it’s better if you get off there and try to
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Forget everything
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Abilene.
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Starin’ out the window
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At the long cold night
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Ahead on the horizon
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Is another string of bright lights
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She’s dreamin’ of a man she’s goin’ to meet
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In a bar on an Austin street
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Maybe this one won’t be so mean.
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Abilene, Abilene
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There’s a town ahead that you’ve never seen
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And maybe it’s better if you get off there and try to
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Forget everything
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Abilene.
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In a Texas bar there’s a man sittin’ alone
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Thinkin’ of a girl he swore he’d wait there for
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But he’s drinkin’ beers and he’s feelin’ old
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Rememberin’ every lie he’s told
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‘Til he changes his mind and he leaves.
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Abilene, Abilene
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There’s a town ahead that you’ve never seen
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Maybe it’s better if you get off there and try to
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Forget everything
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Abilene, Abilene
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Oh Abilene, Abilene.
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Abilene
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| Dave Alvin |
