| I put away fifteen grand doing one-night stands mostly liquor stores and
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| fillin' stations
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| Me and this peepin' Tom by the name of J.D. Swan and any number of his odd
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| blood relations
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| This was armed robbery 1957 and mostly our getaways were clean
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| Then I’d pay off the boys and bury my bread out on Highway 17
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| I had five kids and a wife with one dress and a yard full of cars that wouldn’t
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| running
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| My two oldest boys they were on to my noise they despised what their daddy done
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| But I did my thing the best I could maing plans by the light of day
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| And then night would fall and it was time to call and I was always on my way
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| Now J.D. he was crazy and he was inbred he drank whiskey like it was goin' out
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| of style
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| You know I should have seen it coming the writing was on the wall he was
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| getting just a little too loose and wild
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| Annd he made his mistake out on Airline Drive, you know those North Houston
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| cops are quick
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| They blew a hole in J.D. the size of Dallas and put a lump on my head with the
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| brunt of a nightstick
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| You know 5−10 in Huntsville ain’t no good times boys but I walked that line do
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| you know what I mean
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| 'Cause my mind was snug on that hole I dug out on Highway 17
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| I said my mind was snug on that hole I dug out on Highway 17
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| So I served my time only way I knew how thinking big and making plans
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| All about the way I was gonna change the world when I get my hands on that 15
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| grand
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| You know C.W. and Herschel my two oldest boys they took care of their momma and
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| their little sisters the best way that they could
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| Dealing dimes and stealing hubcaps you know pretty soon they were doing good
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| So I walked out those prison gates a free man on the first day of November 19
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| and '63
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| I kissed my wife and I hugged my babies but they didn’t seem the same to me
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| You know the boys looked on they were already grown it was written across their
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| eyes and their faces
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| I’m the perfect sample of a bad example gone forever from their graces
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| But baby six long years and a lot can change many miles beyond your wildest
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| dreams
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| But a six-lane wide modern interstate ride out on Highway 17
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| Lord they sunk my ship 'neath a concrete strip out on Highway 17
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| Man they broke my back they built a concrete track out on Highway 17
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| Well, you know it ain’t funny but they buried my money out on Highway 17 |