| At a quick shop somewhere west of Albuquerque
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| Got a tank of gas and a cold drink and a beef jerky
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| The cashier she gave me a smile
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| So I stood there and I talk to her a while
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| She said where you headed I hope you get there soon
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| I’ve seen em all day long from 4am till noon
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| Some are running from
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| Some are running too
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| Some are running blind
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| Lord
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| Which one are you
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| I said it don’t appear to me to be so cut and dry
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| You don’t know me from Adam
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| Can it be so black and white
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| I said I got a plan you see I got it figured out
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| How can you be so sure my dear what I’m all about
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| She said Ive stood in this window for 27 years
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| I can tell your cash or credit
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| I can tell your brand of beer
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| I can tell you who’s a liar
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| And the truth is plain to see
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| That’s your last twenty boy
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| And don’t you lie to me
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| Their’s a girl
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| In Albuquerque crying (ain't she)
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| And your standing in a quick shop
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| Lying…(Ain't ya)
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| Well
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| She handed back my twenty
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| Said you know what to do
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| If you drive it steady son
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| You’ll be home this afternoon
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| And I hate to judge you
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| I don’t mean to seem unkind
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| But there ain’t no use in running
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| If you’re only running blind
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| Oh their ain’t no use in running…
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| If you’re only running blind… |