| Caught a big brown bus heading south out of San Antonio
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| In a grey suitcase, I packed up everything I owned
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| Sun’s coming up while the bus tires sighed and that highway moaned
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| Fell asleep and I dreamed that I was king of the Texas rodeo
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| I’m getting back to it now
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| Slowly, I’m gaining ground
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| Oh…
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| Oh mercy, mercy send your angels
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| Oh… damned 'cause I’m leaving it all in a cloud of dust
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| On a big brown bus
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| All across Texas
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| On a big brown bus
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| All the lights on the wires are hanging orange and low
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| And I think of buying some dexedrine in Mexico
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| But I’m broke anyways
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| So I’m just gonna stay and stick out the ride
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| With a head full of blight, a mouth full of sand
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| 'Cause my throat is too dry
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| And I might die on this highway
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| Part of me wishes I would
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| Oh…
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| Oh mercy, mercy send your angels
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| Oh… damned 'cause I’m leaving it all in a cloud of dust
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| On a big brown bus
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| All across Texas
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| On a big brown bus
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| Yeah
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| I’m getting back to it now
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| Slowly, when I’m gaining ground
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| Oh…
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| Oh mercy, mercy send your angels
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| Oh… damned 'cause I’m leaving it all in a cloud of dust
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| On a big brown bus
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| All across Texas
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| On a big brown bus
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| All across Texas
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| On a big brown bus
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| Oh, on a big brown bus |