| James Dean died 'neath the tree of heaven
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| Near the old Jack Ranch Café Brother Donald Turnipspeed must have
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| Looked the wrong damn way
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| Oh, that German Porsche was burning
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| As the hawks took to the air
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| Forty miles from Paso Robles, in a land
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| Called, 'Way out there'
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| In a land called, 'way out there' my brothers
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| In a land called, 'way out there'
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| Forty miles from Paso Robles
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| In a land called, 'way out there'
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| Come look outside the window, mama
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| Something wicked this way comes
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| The carnival is breaking ground
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| With its roustabouts and bums
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| And the hoochie koochie dancing girls
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| With the sawdust in their hair
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| And the band played John Phillip Sousa
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| In a land called, 'Way out there'
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| All we’ve learned about love and violence
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| Comes from bibles and movie magazines
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| But what goes down in the trenches, baby
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| It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen
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| People tearing people up, good God
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| It makes me scared
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| Heaven take me beyond all this
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| To a land called, 'Way up there' |