| I was drivin' home early Sunday morning
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| Through Bakersfield,
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| Listening to gospel music on the coloured radio station,
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| And the preacher said: «You know you always have the lord by your side»
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| And I was so pleased to be informed of this
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| That I ran twenty red lights in his honour,
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| Thank you Jesus, thank you lord
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| I had an arrangement to met a girl, and I was kind of late
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| And I thought by the time I got there she’d be off,
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| She’d be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
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| Much to my surprise there she was sittin' in a corner
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| Little bleary, worse for wear and tear
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| Was a girl with far away eyes
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| Well I tell you
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| So if you’re down on you’re luck, and you can’t harmonize
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| Find a girl with far away eyes
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| And if you’re downright disgusted
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| And life ain’t worth a dime
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| Get a girl with far away eyes
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| Well
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| Well the preacher kept right on saying
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| That all I had to do was send ten dollars
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| To the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus,
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| Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
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| And next week they’d say my prayer on the radio
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| And all my dreams would come true
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| So I did, and next week I got a prayer for the girl
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| Well you know what kind of eyes she got,
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| Well I tell you
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| So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
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| Find a girl with far away eyes
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| And if you’re downright disgusted
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| And life ain’t worth a dime
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| Get a girl with far away eyes
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| So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
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| Get a girl with far away eyes |