| His tail-lights flickered as he pulled up to the truck stop
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| The same old crowd was hanging out again tonite
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| He said fill up my tank while I go check my load
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| It feels like it’s shifting all around
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| He was the kind of man
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| Do all he could
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| Above all he had integrity
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| But he was so young
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| And on a ten city run
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| In love with a truck stop girl
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| As he went inside hew was merrily greeted
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| By the girl with who he was in love
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| She held out a glass and said have another
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| This is the last time we can meet
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| With her hair piled up high and a look in her eye
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| That would turn any good man’s blood to wine
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| All his eyes could see, all his eyes could see
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| Was the stares from all those around him
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| He ran out to the lot and climbed into his rig
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| And drove off without tightening down
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| It was a terrible thing
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| To see what remained of the rig that poor danny was in
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| But he was so young
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| On a ten city run
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| In love with a truck stop girl
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| But he was so young
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| On a ten city run
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| In love with a truck stop girl |