Baton Rouge or Frisco, it's always the same
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Baton Rouge or Frisco, I can't forget her name
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In the dead of night, on my way out of town
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And by morning light, I was covering ground
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Every thought of her was gone I was just moving on
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'Til I read next day Marie and a note were found
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When it was much to late to turn around
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Baton Rouge or Frisco, it's always the same
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Baton Rouge or Frisco, I can't forget her name
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Just a passing love that was all I could give
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Be she understood the way I live
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All I wanted from Marie was a sweet memory
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When her lips reached out and touched the man in me
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And now that memory won't let me be
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Baton Rouge or Frisco, it's always the same
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Baton Rouge or Frisco, I can't forget her name
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Baton Rouge Or Frisco
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| Gene Pitney |
