| Here’s the story 'bout me and Jerome
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| Just convinced him to come out of his home
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| Free as freedom with the highways to roam
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| He said 'I'll take a drink, but I don’t smoke anymore', no
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| He loosened up when we hit Tennessee
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| Drinkin' bourbon and laughing at me
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| I asked him why he disappeared so suddenly
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| He said 'I ran away before they made a movie outta me'
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| And I’m charmed, charmed, charmed
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| Glad to take a ride
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| You’re a song, song, song my friend
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| At lunch we’ll split a book and a banana pie
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| On the interstate I ran out of gas
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| Had a vision of the motel we passed
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| The needle was falling, and falling fast
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| Pulled her in the drive, and the whole thing collapsed
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| I’m charmed, charmed, charmed
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| Glad to take a ride
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| You’re a song, song, song my friend
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| At lunch we’ll split a book and a banana pie
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| He said 'I must admit I’ve never done this sort of thing
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| But I like your eyes and the way you sing
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| It doesn’t matter where you ought to be
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| How you get there’s the thing' |