| Dean Moriarity don’t live here no more
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| He’s off in California and he works in a liquor store
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| Where it’s two packs of cigarettes and one half of a pint
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| He’s off to his room on the Mexican side
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| Says he’s through with the railroad freight car line
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| The fight between the moon and the latern light
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| Says he’m goin cross county but he might come back
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| But stickin to the highway to hell with the tracks
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| I can’t take what you may give me
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| I’ve always wanted more
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| My mercury hummin road may put put me
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| To sleep outside your door
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| He’s got a brand new baby she’s got a new pair of shoes
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| He’s drivin somebody’s car but he don’t know whose
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| Been up all night but it don’t show
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| He Won twenty-five dollars in the hammer throw
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| Three fingered guitar he’s a saxophone that bites
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| Jack’s been reading her poetry he’s been spillin her wine
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| Her hair’s so pretty she smells like Juicy Fruit gum
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| Her old man’s the black guy on those congo drums
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| I can’t take what you may give me
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| I’ve always wanted more
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| My mercury hummin road may put put me |
| To sleep outside your door
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| Maybe he should call her he just ain’t got the dough
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| Maybe he;ll step on outside and check the radio
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| It’s playing her song man it just ain’t his
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| See a Man like him’s got no business with the wife and the kids
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| It’s the last of the red wine from a night full of thrill
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| It’s a coast to the bottom of a Frisco hill
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| How can a body begrudge another body a ride
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| I didn’t steal your car man just bottowed it awhile
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| I can’t take what you may give me
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| I’ve always wanted more
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| My mercury hummin road may put put me
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| To sleep outside your door
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| My mercury hummin road may put put me
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| To sleep outside your door
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| Dean Moriarity don’t live here no more
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| He’s off in California and he works in a liquor store
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| Where it’s two packs of cigarettes and one half of a pint
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| He’s off to his room on the Mexican side |