| Past the fields of his dreams, all the cars drove
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| Ninety to nothin' towards town
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| He’d wave and he’d watch and he’d wonder
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| Then the dust would all settle back down
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| Well, ain’t nothin' out there but an old drive-in screen
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| Where Elizabeth Taylor was queen
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| And like the rest, she quit comin' around
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| To the outskirts of town
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| They say there’s so much out there for you
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| Maybe he never will know
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| The buses, they load up the dreamers
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| But leavin' was too far to go
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| Washed in the blood and surrounded
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| By the land and the love he had known
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| Now he’ll plant his dreams in the ground
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| On the outskirts of town
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| On the outskirts of town, he’s livin' a dream
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| Where they weather their storms
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| Praying down on their knees
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| And they hold to each other
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| 'Cause they know what they found
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| On the outskirts of town
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| He looks past the fields at the sunrise
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| Watchin' the stars as they fade
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| He sits on the hood of his pick-up
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| Thinkin' that he’s got it made
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| Because the prettiest girl that he’s ever seen
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| Lives up the road just a piece |
| And they’re talkin' about settling down
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| On the outskirts of town
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| On the outskirts of town, he’s livin' a dream
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| Where they weather their storms
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| Praying down on their knees
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| And they hold to each other
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| 'Cause they know what they found
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| On the outskirts of town
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| On the outskirts of town
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| On the outskirts of town |