| Got caught up in a breakaway dream
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| Destination city of New Orleans
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| Cheap motels and big-rig swells
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| Crossing bridges for eternity
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| Headed west for a two week stand
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| And saw the poets of work-a-day glasses
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| Las Cruces is a part of you now
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| Desert bird sings songs of laughter
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| Still out there with the coffee stain
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| And puttin' miles on shoes
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| Can’t escape the smell of cigarettes
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| Still livin' out these American late-night blues
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| Best to clear the mind
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| With a Mexicali radio station
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| Keep an eye out for the border patrol
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| Checkin' for drugs and so called aliens
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| Highways and dreams forever together
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| In the minds of the free and the innocent
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| Always a future in a travelers hands
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| Starting fires on the river and madness
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| Still out there with the coffee stains
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| And puttin' miles on shoes
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| Can’t escape the smell of cigarettes
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| Still livin' out these American late-night blues
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| Still out there with the coffee stains
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| And puttin' miles on shoes
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| Can’t escape the smell of cigarettes
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| Still livin' out these American late-night blues |