| Working tables on the border
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| Serving pie and coffee orders
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| Looking like she’s dead on her feet
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| Yeah, she knows just how to jive the drivers
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| She waits for something finer
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| Friday night she’s gonna be so sweet
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| Barstow blue eyes, hanging out till sunrise
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| (Then I got you, babe)
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| Ah, last heartbreak show anywhere the bands go
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| (Give yourself away)
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| I met her on the way to Dallas
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| Working at the Burger Palace
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| Staring at the cut of my clothes
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| Now she said she went to Bernadino
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| Just to see the crazy people
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| Playing in the rock and roll show
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| Oh, she’s looking so good
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| Oh, so tired of playing this honky tonk
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| Leaning on the bar-room talking
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| Whiling away till a quarter to three
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| You been playing all night with me
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| My rock and roll has been deceiving
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| You’re the only real reality
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| Barstow blue eyes, hanging out till sunrise
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| (Then I got you, babe)
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| Last heartbreak show any where the bands go
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| (Give yourself away) |