| Stockyards appear before me
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| Windy City don’t look so good from here
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| You leave me with the FM radio
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| FM radio, the only one I’ve ever known
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| I can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| I can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Tell you what I’d do to get out, get out
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| I’d stab a lamb in the back for you, Dad
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| Do anything you want me to, yeah
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| I’ll go down in a blaze of glory
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| Just like the woman in the story that you told me
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| I don’t want to care about nothing
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| Don’t want to care about nothing
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| Stockyard radio is coming out the window
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| I’d do anything to get out, get out
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| I can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| I’d do anything to get out, get out
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| I can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| I’d do anything to get out, get out
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| I can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| Can’t breathe in this red Ford anymore
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| I’d do anything to get out, get out
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| I’d do anything to get out, get out
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| I’d do anything to get out, get out |