| Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
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| In like he owned the two-bit town
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| Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
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| The population they gathered 'round
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| Nothing this exciting since a fertilizer truck
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| Blew a front tire and landed in the creek
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| Everybody talkin' everybody strainin'
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| Tryin' to get a little peek
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| It’s just the world they’ll never know
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| Not a country fair side show
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| Reality they’ll somehow never see
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| He’s what they’ve tried to kill
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| With their Bibles and their stills
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| But he’s not weird just a man that’s bein' free
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| Payin' for the gas he wickedly shouted thanks
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| And continued on his journey all once again
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| Just about the time a siren fast-approached and
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| The pot bellied sheriff he whizzed right in
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| With his self inflicted grammar started shoutin'
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| Accusations at the long haired greasy looking ape
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| While a local D.J. |
| from the fifty watt station got
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| The whole damn thing on tape
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| It’s just the world they’ll never know
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| Not a country fair side show
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| Reality they’ll somehow never see
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| He’s what they’ve tried to kill
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| With their Bibles and their stills
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| But he’s not weird just a man that’s bein' free
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| The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation
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| That the devil had passed right through their nest
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| But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were
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| A talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest
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| Now the kids got their cookies while the preacher
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| Saved some souls and the story spread to everyone in sight
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| Commotion was the word and everybody heard
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| He was gone before the night
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| It’s just the world they’ll never know
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| Not a country fair side show
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| Reality they’ll somehow never see
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| He’s what they’ve tried to kill
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| With their Bibles and their stills
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| But he’s not weird just a man that’s bein' free |