I pounded on a farmhouse
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Lookin' for a place to stay
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I was mighty, mighty tired
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I had come a long, long way
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I said, "Hey, hey, in there
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Is there anybody home ?
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I was standin' on the steps
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Feelin' must alone
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Well, out comes a farmer
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He must have thought that I was nuts
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He immediately looked at me
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And stuck a gun into my guts
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I fell down
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To my bended knees
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Saying, "I dig farmers
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Don't shoot me please"
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He cocked his rifle
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And began to shout
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"You're that travelin' salesman
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That I have heard about"v I said, "No ! No ! No !
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I'm a doctor and it's true
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I'm a clean-cut kid
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And I been to college too".
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Then in comes his daughter
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Whose name was Rita
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She looked like she stepped out of
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La Dolce Vita
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I immediately tried to cool it
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With her dad
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And told him what a
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Nice, pretty farm he had
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He said, "What do doctors
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Know about farms, pray tell ?"
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I said, "I was born
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At the bottom of a wishing well".
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Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
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I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
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He said "I guess, you're tired"
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He said, kinds sly
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I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
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Today I drove"
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He said, "I got a bed for you
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Underneath the stove
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Just one condition
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You got to sleep right now
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That you don't touch my daughter
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And in the morning, milk the cow".
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I was sleepin' like a rat
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When I heard something jerkin'
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There stood Rita
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Lookin' just like Tony Perkins
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She said, "Would you like to take a shower ?
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I'll show you up to the door"
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I said, "Oh, no, no
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I've been through this movie before
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I knew I had to split
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But I didn't know how
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When she said,
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"Would you like to take that shower now ?"
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Well, I couldn't leave
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Unless the old man chased me out
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'Cause I'd already promised
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That I'd milk his cows
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I had to say something
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To strike him very weird
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So I yelled out
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"I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
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Rita looked offended
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But she got out of the way
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As he came charging down the stairs
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Sayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"
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I said, "I like Fidel Castrov I think you heard me right"
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And I ducked as he swung
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At me with all his might
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Rita mumbled something
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'Bout her mother on the hill
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As his fist hit the icebox
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He said he's going to kill me
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If I don't get out of the door
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In two seconds flat
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"Your unpatriotic
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Rotten doctor Commie rat".
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Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
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At my head and I did run
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I did a somersault
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As I seen him get his gun
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And chrashed through the window
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At a hundred miles an hour
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And landed fully blast
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In his garden flowers
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Rita said, "Come back"
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As he started to load
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The sun was comin' up
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And I was runnin' down the road.
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Well, I don't figure I'll be back
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There for a spell
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Even though Rita moved away
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And got a job in a motel
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He still waits for me
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Constant on the sky
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He wants to turn me in
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To the FBI
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Me, I romp and stomping
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Thankful as a romp
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Without freedom of speech
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I might be in the swamp.
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Motorpsycho Nightmare
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