| Rollin' out to Vegas
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| On an eastbound outta L. A
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| I met a roughneck man who hailed from Alabama
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| His eyes had a lot to say
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| And his name was Rufus Champion
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| They call that train the desert wind
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| And it blew like a mutha that day
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| Thru the Joshua Trees
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| We were battin' the breeze
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| About our rock’n roll heros
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| Dead or alive
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| Out across that night did we sail
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| Bone against steel against the rail
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| Boats against the stream
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| Cutting against the grain
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| Kept on rollin'
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| Bone against steel
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| As the moon rose in the window
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| Rufus began his tale
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| About an oil rig near the gulf coast
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| Puttin' man against metal
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| In a classic work-place accident
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| He told how the drill commenced to shakin'
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| The platform started to rock
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| The chain began breaking
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| They were straight out of luck
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| And then the sky kinda lite up
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| Just like a lightnin' bolt had struck
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| Workmen’s compensation don’t compensate for much
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| With the doctors and lawyers and the irs and such
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| You can break up the bone
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| But the spirit just won’t bust
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| When is bone against steel
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| With casino lights up a shimmering
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| We made that Vegas stop
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| And we laughed away our blues
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| Now here’s the good news
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| Rufus walks off heels a kickin'
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| With his baby right by his side
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| And as they waltzed on out of view
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| We were back up to speed
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| And clean outta sight
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| Double chorus |