| Somebody’s waiting back home in Dallas
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| With no idea where she has gone
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| Got her suitcase all packed up
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| In the back of the pickup
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| Got her red knee-high luccheses on
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| She’s on any old two-lane
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| West bound she knows
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| 'Cause she was chasing her shadow
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| When the sun finally rose
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| Man, she’s just running
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| It don’t matter where
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| She figures she’ll know where she is when she’s there
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| But she didn’t leave nothin' she can’t do without
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| That’s enough reason for leavin' no doubt
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| She rolls down the window, turns up a song
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| Laughs at the weather and says, hello, I’m gone
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| She broke down in Lubbock
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| Got it stuck in reverse
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| So she hitched down the highway
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| Her little gun in her purse
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| Got to the station
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| Stared at the phone
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| Found herself thinkin' about calling for home
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| And she didn’t leave nothin' she can’t do without
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| That’s enough reason for leavin' no doubt
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| She dropped in a quarter made herself strong
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| All that she told him was, «Hello, I’m gone»
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| Then she called up a tow truck
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| Said, «Fix up what’s wrong
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| I’m paying in cash boys
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| Hello, I’m gone» |