| There’s a greyhound bus
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| Leavin' the great Northwest
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| Takin' her tonight
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| Back down south to Texas
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| She’s been dancing' on tables
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| To pay rent and be able
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| To just get by and maybe stay clean
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| Abilene, Abilene
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| Abilene, Abilene
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| Well her daddy’d get drunk
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| Then he’d hit her hard
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| And her mama’d lie in bed
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| High on pills and talkin' to God
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| But like her beautiful tattoos
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| These old memories she can’t lose
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| Since she ran away at fifteen
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| Abilene, Abilene
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| There’s a town ahead that you’ve never seen
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| Maybe it’s better if you get off there and try to
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| Forget everything
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| Abilene
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| Starin' out the window
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| At the long cold night
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| Ahead on the horizon
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| Is another string of bright lights
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| She’s dreamin' of a man she’s goin' to meet
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| In a bar on an Austin street
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| Maybe this one won’t be so mean
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| Abilene, Abilene
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| There’s a town ahead that you’ve never seen
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| And maybe it’s better if you get off there and try to
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| Forget everything
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| Abilene
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| In a Texas bar there’s a man sittin' alone
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| Thinkin' of a girl he swore he’d wait there for
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| But he’s drinkin' beers and he’s feelin' old
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| Rememberin' every lie he’s told
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| ‘Til he changes his mind and he leaves
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| Abilene, Abilene
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| There’s a town ahead that you’ve never seen
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| Maybe it’s better if you get off there and try to
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| Forget everything
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| Abilene, Abilene
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| Oh Abilene, Abilene |