| I was driving up from Tampa
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| When the radiator burst
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| I was three sheets to the wind
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| A civilian saw me first
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| And then there was the cop
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| And then the children standing on the corner
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| Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp
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| And the weather’s getting warmer
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| I was getting out of jail
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| Heading to the Greyhound
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| You said you’d hop on one yourself
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| And meet me on the way down
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| I was shaking way too hard to think
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| Dead on my feet about to drop
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| Went and got the case of vodka from a car
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| And walked the two miles to the bus stop
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| Wow!
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| (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wooo!)
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| Got on the bus half drunk again
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| The driver glared at me
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| Met up with you in Inglis
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| Thumbed a ride to Cedar Key
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| If we never make it back to California
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| I want you to know I love you
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| But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
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| That’s always right there up above you
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| Yeah!
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| Okay |