| I pulled into the regular pump
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| I was feelin' quite at ease
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| I rolled down my window and told the man
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| «Fifty cents worth, please»
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| Then out jumped my partner
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| With his trusty pellet gun
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| He said, «Boy, this is a holdup
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| Keep pumpin' and don’t run.»
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| And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
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| Down in some honky tonk, sippin; |
| on a beer
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| Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
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| Cause that great fillin' station holdup
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| Cost me two good years
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| We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
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| A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
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| Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
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| We’re wanted men-we'll strike again!
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| But first let’s have a beer
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| And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
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| Down in some honky tonk, sippin; |
| on a beer
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| Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
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| Cause that great fillin' station holdup
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| Cost me two good years
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| We were sittin' in the Krystal
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| About as drunk as we could be
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| In walked the deputy sheriff
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| He was holding our TV
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| He roughed us, then he cuffed us
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| And he took us off to jail
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| No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail
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| And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
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| Down in some honky tonk, sippin; |
| on a beer
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| Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
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| Cause that great fillin' station holdup
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| Cost me two good years |