| Caught a ride into South Dakota,
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| With two girls in a light blue Desoto,
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| You know one’s name was Jane,
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| The other was plain,
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| But they both had racing motors.
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| Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife,
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| She had a brand new laid down Rambler.
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| She stopped outside of town,
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| Laid the rambler down,
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| Said she sure could dig it if I rode her,
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| Said she sure could dig it if I rode her.
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| Doing my best to get back to you,
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| Ain’t nothing’I’d rather do.
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| Look for me Sunday,
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| Gonna be there, honey,
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| With something special just for you.
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| Yeah a little something special just for you.
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| At a truck stop for toothpick and water,
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| Caught a ride with a fruit picker’s daughter,
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| I drove her through the night,
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| While the fruit got ripe,
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| She gave me all I could eat for a quarter.
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| Next I hopped a train with a hobo woman,
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| Said she was from Texas too.
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| The way she did, what she did,
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| what she did, what she did to me,
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| made me think of you.
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| Yeah honey made me think of you.
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| Doing my best to get back to you,
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| Ain’t nothing I’d rather do,
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| Look for me Sunday,
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| Hope I’ll be there, honey
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| With something special just for you,
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| Yeah a little something special just for you
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| Bet all my money on a race horse baby
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| One they said can’t lose.
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| Now I’m walking down here,
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| in the freezing rain
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| Trying to get to you, trying to get to you.
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| Doing everything I know how to do
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| I’m down here in the freezing rain, honey
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| Trying to get to you,
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| Yeah just trying to get to you.
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| Doing everything, everything I know how to do Walking down here in the freezing rain, honey
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| Trying to get to you,
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| Yeah trying to get to you.
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| And I’m walking and I’m talking to myself
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| And it’s raining and I’m freezing me to death
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| thinking 'bout you babe
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| thinking 'bout you babe |