| On the highway, thirty people lost their lives.
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| On the highway, thirty people lost their lives.
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| Well, I had some words to holler, and my rosie took a ride.
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| In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on.
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| In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on.
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| Flyin' through the crossroads, rosie ran into the hound.
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| For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone.
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| For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone.
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| Mister undertaker, take this coffin from my home.
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| In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name.
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| In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name.
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| I’m standin' on the railroad, waitin' for the graveyard train.
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| On the highway, thirty people turned to stone.
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| On the highway, thirty people turned to stone.
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| Oh, take me to the station, 'cause I’m number thirty-one. |