News travels fast in a small desert town
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So it wasn't long at all before the word got around
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That a killin' mad car was headed their way
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So the sheriff and the boys were gonna stop 'im out 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 standin' round
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Hammerin' a nail and buildin' up a pride in a roadblock
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Just hangin' round 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 F.B.I.
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And Granny rocked back in her chair and said
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"Just what did this man do?"
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While some idiot kids ate dirty
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Sno-cones colored red white and blue
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At the roadblock
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Just hangin' round a roadblock (x3)
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Then 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 jumpin' left and right in time
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To an eight-track tape playin' Foghat and Jethro Tull
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And a gasoline-soaked hand shiftin' 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, just an argyle sock
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And that car was screamin' wild down the highway, like lightning
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Toward the roadblock
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Right towards the roadblock
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Then all eyes turned down the highway towards a big cloud of smoke
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And Granny went into a mild state of shock and started to choke
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And a boy up in a tree yelled out, "Here it come"
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Then twenty men strong aimed 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 got the wrong man"
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Nobody really knew just who he was
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He was drivin' a Camaro with dashboard fuzz
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They all burned a car right there in Big Black Rock
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And no one ever said a word at all again1
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About a roadblock
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Not about a roadblock
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Whooo! About a roadblock
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Not about a roadblock, yeah....
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Not about a roadblock
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The roadblock
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Stan Ridgway |