| Baton Rouge or Frisco, it’s always the same
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| Baton Rouge or Frisco, I can’t forget her name
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| In the dead of night, on my way out of town
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| And by morning light, I was covering ground
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| Every thought of her was gone I was just moving on
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| 'Til I read next day Marie and a note were found
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| When it was much to late to turn around
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| Baton Rouge or Frisco, it’s always the same
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| Baton Rouge or Frisco, I can’t forget her name
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| Just a passing love that was all I could give
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| Be she understood the way I live
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| All I wanted from Marie was a sweet memory
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| When her lips reached out and touched the man in me
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| And now that memory won’t let me be
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| Baton Rouge or Frisco, it’s always the same
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| Baton Rouge or Frisco, I can’t forget her name |