| Jimmy was a small town kid
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| The only thing that he ever did
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| Was cross that south side railroad track
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| Annie was a small town girl
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| Wanted so bad to see the world
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| Get on a train and never look back
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| Throw caution to the wind don’t ever turn your head
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| Cause in the end we’ll all be dead
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| Make ‘em open up their ears and listen to your song
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| It don’t matter whose right or wrong
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| Headed fast out of town West on 51
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| Half a pack of cigarettes and a glove compartment gun
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| Runnin' a little short on gas she said I’ll step in and pay
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| Got a pocket full of cash and they made their getaway
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| Arizona sun sinking slowly in the sand
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| Got a bag of twenty bills and a sack of contraband
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| Steppin' down on his foot give this thing some gas
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| The lights in the rearview mirror are coming on us fast
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| Just like the wind here cane the end
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| They never saw it come
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| Jimmy knew his fate was sealed when Annie grabbed her gun
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| The same old broken story
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| I know you’ve heard it too
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| They went out in a blaze of glory with a hand held .22 |