| They got a ranch they call
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| Number Fifty-One
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| They got a ranch they call
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| Number Fifty-One
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| You can’t see it at all
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| Unless you’re flying by
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| Just sitting there square
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| Baking in the sun
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| Beneath the sky, sky, sky, sky
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| They’re gonna put it down
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| Right on the strip
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| They’re gonna put it down
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| On the Vegas strip
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| They’re gonna put it down
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| Then step outside
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| Into the lights
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| Right out of that ship
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| Saying hi, hi, hi, hi
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| I was driving doing nothing on the shores of Great Salt Lake
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| When they put it on the air, I put it in the hammer lane
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| I soon forgot myself and I forgot about the brake
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| I forgot about all laws and I forgot about the rain
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| They were talking on the 9 and all across the Amy band
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| Across the road they were turning around and headed south with me
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| It got so crowded on the road I started driving in the sand
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| My head was feeling scared but my heart was feeling free
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| The desert turned to mud, it seems that everybody heard
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| Everybody was remembering to forget they had the chills
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| Then I heard the voices on a broadcast from up on the bird
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| They were getting interviewed by some good man whose name was Bill
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| I’m almost there to Vegas where they’re putting on a show
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| They’ve come so far, I’ve lived this long at least
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| I must just go and say hello |