| With a 38 tucked out of sight
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| In a hopped up Ford on a Friday night
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| He was burnin' rubber, halfway to Waco
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| Destination- liquor store
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| And though he’d never robbed one before
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| He made up his mind to do it
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| Then he’d lay low
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| Cause all he thought he needed was a litte bit of cash to roll on
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| A good set of wheels and some gas to get him there
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| But all he really needed was something real to hold on to
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| All he really needed was somebody to care
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| The edge of town was just in sight
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| There she stood in his lights
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| With a sign in her hand that just read «San Antone»
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| He hit his brakes and he stopped that car
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| Said I hadn’t planned to go that far
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| But I’ll give you a lift to the far side of Waco
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| She said, all I really need is a little bit of cash to roll on
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| A good timin' man with a little bit of time to spare
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| But what she really needed was something real to hold on to
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| All she really needed was somebody to care
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| (Somebody to care) they drove all night
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| (Somebody to care) yeah the miles rolled by
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| They talked and joked and laughed and cried
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| (Somebody to care) the sun was on the rise
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| (Somebody to care) when love shined in their lives
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| All they really needed was somebody to care
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| The liquor store went undisturbed
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| And nobody heard another word
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| From the kid with the hopped up Ford over by Waco
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| Rumor has it second hand
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| He’s a happily married man
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| Runnin' his own garage down in San Antone
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| But all he thought he needed was a little bit of cash to role on
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| A good set of wheels and the gas to get him there
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| But what he really needed was something real to hold on to
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| All he really needed was somebody to care |