| Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb
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| You know better but I know him
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| Like I told you, what I said
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| Steal your face right off your head
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| Now, he’s gone, now he’s gone, Lord, he’s gone
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| He’s gone, like a steam locomotive
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| Rolling down the track, he’s gone, he’s gone
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| And nothin’s going to bring him back, he’s gone
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| Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride
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| Hot as a pistol but cool inside
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| Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile
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| Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
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| Going where the wind don’t blow so strange
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| Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain
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| Lost one round but the price wasn’t anything
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| A knife in the back and more of the same
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| Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb
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| You know better but I know him
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| Like I told you, what I said
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| Steal your face right off your head
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| Ne
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| Like a steam locomotive
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| Rolling down the track, he’s gone, he’s gone
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| And nothing’s going to bring him back, he’s gone
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| Ooh, nothing’s going to bring him back |