| We were riding the highway
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| Like a band of rabid dogs
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| Out of New Orleans into midnight fog
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| I was driving so hard
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| Against the violent rain
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| Disregarding any hurricane
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| With eyes wide open
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| I could barely see
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| When we felt the impact
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| Of storm debris
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| And the oil did flow
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| Like a river at 3 a. |
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| On the entry drive of a Holiday Inn
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| It’s the rhythm of the road
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| It’s the beat we’ve come to know
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| The warring and the revelry
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| The glory and the travesty
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| Of the road
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| It’s the beat we’ve come to know
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| It only cost us
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| One night’s pay
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| And it only lost us half the next day
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| And we were all laughing
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| By now we know the deal
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| You gotta dance with the
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| Ghost of the wheel
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| Nobody can know
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| Where the wind will scatter us
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| Sooner or later we will all be dust |