| I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin'
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| My '60 Cadillac was rollin' through Nebraska whinin'
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| Doin' a hundred twenty, man the fields was bendin' over
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| Headin' out for the mountains knowin' we was travelin' further
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| All our fires were blazin'
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| And the spinnin' wheels were turnin' turnin'
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| Had my girl beside me brother brother she was burnin' burnin'
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| Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher
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| She had a line on something heavy but we couldn’t reach her
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| We told her that we needed something that would get us goin'
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| She put out all she had and laid it on the counter showin'
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| All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up
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| The cops came bustin' in
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| And then we lit out in a pickup truck and go
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| Get out of Denver better go go
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| Get out of Denver better go
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| Get out of Denver better go go
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| Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
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| And you might just be a member baby
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| Get out of Denver baby
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| Get out of Denver
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| Well the red lights were flashin'
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| And the sirens were a screamin' screamin'
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| We had to pinch each other just to see if we were dreamin'
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| Made it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour
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| Lord it started drizzlin' and it turned into a thunder shower
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| The rain was drivin' but the Caddy kept on burnin' rubber
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| We kept on drivin' till we ran through some fog for cover
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| We couldn’t see a thing, somehow we just kept on goin'
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| We kept on drivin' all night long and then into the mornin'
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| Fog had finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at
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| We’re starrin' at a Colorado state policeman trooper captain
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| He said …
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| Get out of Denver better go go
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| Get out of Denver better go
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| Get out of Denver better go go
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| Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie
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| And you might just be a member baby
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| Get out of Denver baby
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| Get out of Denver |