| Last drag on a Lucky
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| One more swallow in the glass
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| Spend my time like dirty money
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| Each hour longer than the last
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| It’s easy to remember
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| All the times she met me here
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| In the safety of these shadows
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| Waiting till the coast is clear
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| Bob Wills on the jukebox
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| No one in here knows my name
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| Just a wide spot on the highway
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| Where everybody looks the same
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| Pull the change out of my pocket
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| The waitress brings another beer
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| Outside a welcome sign keeps flashing
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| Waiting till the coast is clear
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| When the coast is clear she’ll call my name
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| Like a whisper in my ear
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| And in my mind I know that nothing’s changed
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| She’s waiting till the coast is clear
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| Left my suitcase at the station
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| Hitched a ride back into town
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| I know there’d be a mess of trouble
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| If they knew I was around
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| I’ll be living these memories
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| If I live a hundred years
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| I’m not running, I’m not hiding
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| I’m waiting till the coast is clear |