| She had on her mama’s dress
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| It was quilted, white, and freshly pressed
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| She looked like the Queen of Appalachia
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| We threw everything we had
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| In the back of my daddy’s Cadillac
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| And dared the whole world to catch us
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| Got a full tank of gas and a bottle of booze
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| A pocket full of cash, and nothin' to lose
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| As we pulled out of her daddy’s place
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| A smile crept 'cross her face
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| She said, «Are we really gonna do this?»
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| That’s when we both realized
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| We were leavin' all the bad behind
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| And we started shoutin' broken «Hallelujah!"s
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| Now come on, baby, take my hand
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| 'Cause we’re headin' on to the promised land
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| So take it easy, babe
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| On this heart of mine
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| If we play our cards right, baby, we just might make it outta here alive
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| Well the car was black, a '68
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| With a 429 fast enough to make
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| Them telephone poles look like fences
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| The motor howls around the clock
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| And the streetlights fight us every single block
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| From here all the way to Memphis
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| We’re headin' out, anywhere but here
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| And everything we know is in the rearview mirror
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| Well the wind set her hair to dancin'
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| Occasionally giving glances
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| Of her face, all freckles and sunburn
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| With a smile you won’t soon forget
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| To the way she lights her cigarettes
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| She’s a modern-day Audrey Hepburn
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| Got her daddy’s temper and her mama’s eyes
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| The world ahead of us, and her by my side
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| So take it easy, babe
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| On this heart of mine
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| If we play our cards right, baby, we just might make it outta here alive
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| There’s a Red Collar song on the radio
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| I think it’s used guitars
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| But I don’t know, 'cause the speaker’s busted
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| She locked her hand in mine
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| And her fingers traced a tattoo line
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| And she said «You're the only boy I’ve ever trusted»
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| Got a full tank of gas and a bottle of booze
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| A pocket full of cash, and nothin' to lose |