| I went downtown on a sunny day
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| At the wheel of my brand new car
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| Then I tried to find a handy place to park
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| Where I wouldn’t have to walk too far
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| So, I drove around for half an hour
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| Just lookin' for a likeless spot
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| Then I saw a sign sayin'
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| So, I drove right up and the man inside
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| Put his coffee down and checked me in
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| He had a dog blue shirt and a Panama hat
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| And a four-inch scar on his chin
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| He sent me out to the second floor
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| Where the air was still and hot
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| And I parked my car at
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| The engine stopped and I found myself
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| Lookin' right down the barrel of a gun
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| A voice said «Hey boys don’t make a move
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| For thirty days I’m on the run
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| And I need your car and another suit
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| And all the money you got»
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| Well, it happened that way at
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| I got right out and I quickly saw
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| The four-inch scar on the chin
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| I said «You're the man with the Panama hat
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| That kindly checked me in»
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| He said «That right and don’t regret
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| You’re the second guy who’s gonna get shot
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| On the second floor at
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot»
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| Well, I gonna admit I was scared a bit
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| And I thought of my wife and my kids
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| So, you can put the blame on the coward in me
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| For doing what I finally did
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| I gave him my suit and the keys to the car
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| And all the dollar bills I got
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| Then I ran like hell from
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| Well, I drove downtown later on that day
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| In the back of a black police car
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| But, we couldn’t find Henry Hannah’s place
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| Or a man with a four-inch scar
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| Then, at last, the truth began to dawn on me
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| I’ve been the victim of a devious plot
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| Cause' there’s no such place as
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| They took me home in my vest and short
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| A confused and a nervous man
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| Trying to think of a better excuse
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| My wife might understand
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| Well, I’ve lost my wife
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| And I’ve lost my job
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| And the rest is best forgot
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| You can blame it all on
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| So, if you drive downtown on a sunny day
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| When the air is still and hot…
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| Don’t park your car at
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| Henry Hannah’s 42nd Street Parking Lot
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| Cause the ain’t no such place, baby! |