| There’s an Elvis movie on the marquee sign
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| We’ve all seen at least three times
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| Everybody’s broke, Bobby’s got a buck
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| Put a dollar’s worth of gas in his pickup truck
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| We’re going ninety miles an hour down a deadend road
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| What’s the hurry, son… where you gonna go?
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| We’re gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light
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| It’s a small town Saturday night
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| It’s a small town Saturday night
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| Lucy’s got her lipstick on a little too bright
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| Bobby’s gettin' drunk and lookin' for a fight
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| Liquor on his breath and trouble on his mind
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| And Lucy’s just a kid, along for the ride
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| Got a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine
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| Gotta be bad just to have a good time
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| They’re gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light
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| It’s a small town Saturday night
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| It’s a small town Saturday night
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| Bobby told Lucy, «The world ain’t round…
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| Drops off sharp at the edge of town
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| Lucy, you know the world must be flat
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| 'Cause when people leave town, they never come back»
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| They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign
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| Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they change their mind
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| They howl at the moon, shoot out the light
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| It’s a small town Saturday night
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| They howl at the moon, shoot out the light
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| Yeah, it’s a small town Saturday night
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| It’s a small town Saturday night
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| It’s a small town Saturday night |