| I’ve got my old man’s Delta '88
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| The windows cracked I’m on the interstate
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| Just a hundred miles to go on half a tank of gasoline
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| Lucky charms and Tic-Tacs and mom’s amphetamines
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| A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
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| February makes me kinda crazy
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| A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
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| Will you still be callin' me your baby
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| I met a man in a diner outside of Hays
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| He said marriage brought him there
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| It was divorce that made him stay
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| I drove straight through to Junction City
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| I thought I’d call you in Topeka
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| But I didn’t want the pity
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| A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
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| February makes me kinda crazy
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| A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
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| Will you still be callin' me your baby
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| Feels like I been thrown into the slammer
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| With the back end of a hammer
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| Drawn over my strings
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| Living became needing
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| My crying became bleeding
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| And now I am only dreaming
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| A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
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| February makes me kinda crazy
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| A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
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| Will you still be callin' me your baby
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| Oh will you still be callin' me |