| A long stretch of headlights
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| Bends into I-9
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| Tiptoe into truck stops
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| And sleepy diesel eyes
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| Volcanoes rumble in the taxi
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| And glow in the dark
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| Camels in the driver’s seat
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| A slow, easy mark
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| But you ran out of gas
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| Down the road a piece
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| Then the battery went dead
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| And now the cable won’t reach…
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| It’s your last chance
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| To check under the hood
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| Last chance
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| She ain’t soundin' too good
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| Your last chance
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| To trust the man with the star
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| You’ve found the last chance Texaco
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| Well, he tried to be Standard
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| He tries to be Mobil
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| He tried living in a world
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| And in a shell
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| There was this block-busted blonde
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| He loved her — free parts and labor
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| But she broke down and died
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| And threw all the rods he gave her
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| But this one ain’t fuel-injected
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| Her plug’s disconnected
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| She gets scared and she stalls
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| She just needs a man, that’s all
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| It’s her last chance
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| Her timing’s all wrong
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| Her last chance
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| She can’t idle this long
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| Her last chance
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| Turn her over and go
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| Pullin' out of the last chance Texaco
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| The last chance |