| Well, she was standing by the highway
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| In her boots and silver spurs
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| Gonna hitchhike to the yellow moon
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| When a Cadillac stopped for her
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| And she said, «Hey, nice to meet you, are you goin' my way?»
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| Yeah, that’s when it happened
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| The world caught fire that day
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| And she went down swingin'
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| Yeah, she went down swingin'
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| Well, she was over twenty-one
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| In trouble with the law
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| And it didn’t faze her none
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| She called her mother-in-law
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| And said, «I need a little money
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| I knew I could count on you
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| After that night in Vegas
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| And the hell that we went through»
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| We went down swingin'
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| Like Benny Goodman
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| Yeah, we went down swingin'
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| Moonlight on the interstate
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| She was 'cross the Georgia line
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| Looked out the window feeling great
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| Yeah, it had to come in time
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| And she said, «I'm never goin' back
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| She said at last I’m free
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| I wish ma could see me now
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| She’d be so proud of me»
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| She went down swingin'
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| Like Glenn Miller
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| Yeah, she went down swingin'
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| Like Tommy Dorsey
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| Yeah, she went down swingin'
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| Like Sammy Davis
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| She went down swingin'
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| Like Sonny Liston |