| Well it’s a long way to Richmond
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| Rollin' north on 95
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| With a redhead ridin' shotgun
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| And a pistol by my side
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| Tearin' down that highway
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| Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
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| We met at a truckstop
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| Johnson City, Tennessee
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| I was gassin' up my Firebird
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| When I heard her callin' me… mmm hmm
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| Said, 'Which way are you headed, boy
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| Do you need some company'
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| She had me stoppin' at a quick mart
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| Before we made it out of town
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| Next thing she was runnin' at me
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| Tellin' me to lay that hammer down
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| Cause there’s a man right behind me
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| Doin' his best to slow me down
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| Yeah and it’s a long way to Richmond
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| Rollin' north on 95
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| With a redhead ridin' shotgun
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| And a pistol by my side
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| Tearin' down that highway
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| Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde
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| Woo…
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| Well we pulled up to a motel
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| In the middle of the night
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| We were countin' all the money
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| Smokin' stolen Marlboro lights
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| Lord we never saw 'em comin'
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| 'Til they read us both our rights
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| Yeah and it’s a long way to Richmond
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| Rollin' north on 95
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| With a sheriff right beside me
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| Pistol pointed at my side
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| Oh, Lord… such a disappointing ending
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| For this modern day Bonnie and Clyde
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| Yeah…
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| Whoa
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| Well…
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| Woo… hoo |