| On this day more than any other day
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| Is the time to have a fire
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| He said to himself all that was left
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| Was to give his friend a last goodby
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| He would toss the ashes into the desert wind
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| And fulfill the wish he promised his old friend
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62
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| High contane in this tank and his brain
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| Propelled him through Hollywood
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| Hip cowboy on his black stead
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| Fallen angels praying he could
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| Make it home and live to see 31
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| On the wrong side of the law
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| Pure seduction always tempted
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| By all the crazy things he saw
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62
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| You know they’re all crazy but they do have faith
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| And faith cures all ills
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| The gal with the glass eye behind the bar
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| Slipped him some methydrine pills
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| If I crash and burn just bury me
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| With my hog by my side
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| I’m tired of living I guess I’m ready
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| To take that long last ride
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62
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| It happened one night in a cold desert breeze
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| The grinding of metal the spinning of wheels
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| The way all great legends go
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| Before sun up she took a pick up truck
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| And a backhoe to dig his grave
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| A match to the flame and all that remains
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| Is a blackened stain
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| All the foot of Joshua Tree
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| Peace at last
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| No more pain
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| Out on Highway 62 |