| In a heavy rain standing
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| Off an old county road
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| 'Side a high rolling river so swift
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| There was a hitchhiking stranger
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| Quite pale from the cold
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| On a cane, tryin' to thumb down a lift
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| Well, I pulled up beside him
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| And let my window on down
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| To the rain and the bone-chilling wind
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| Said «You look awful worn
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| In this late-winter storm
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| Which way are you headed, my friend?»
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| «Right up to the spotlight
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| Drinkin' all that Coke and gin
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| And I’ll be suit-wearin' man
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| With gold in my hand
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| If today doesn’t do me in»
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| Behind a gas station counter
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| Moving crates full of things
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| That looked far too heavy for her
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| There stood a girl with a frown
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| Said, «Let me just set these down
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| And I’ll be right with you, sir»
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| I said, «No hurry here
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| Take all the time that you want»
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| She said, «A little time and you just wait and see
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| Oh, I’ll be without a care
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| When I finally get there»
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| I said, «Miss, tell me where might that be»
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| «Right up to the spotlight
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| Drinkin' all that Coke and gin
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| And I’ll be a dress-wearin' girl
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| With the heels and the pearls
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| If today doesn’t do me in
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| If today doesn’t do me in»
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| Well, I got a head-full this morning
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| Cuttin' out through the fog
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| You know, I can’t help but wonder what’s left
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| From every road that dead-ends
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| To those old bitter men
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| Passing time on the old courthouse steps
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| And there’s a feeling you get
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| Not far from despair
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| That sometimes sets in on your mind
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| But if it’s all that you’ve got
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| You still set the clock
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| And get up with a reason to climb
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| Right up to the spotlight
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| Drinking all that coke and gin
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| And I’ll leave these shadows behind
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| For a new peace of mind
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| If today doesn’t do me in
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| If today doesn’t do me in |