| Well, broken down outside Bakersfield
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| Man it started to snow
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| Sleepin' sittin' up in the front seat
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| Cold wind, it blows
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| Well now, people if you feel for your mortal souls
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| Get a job workin' at the grocery store
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| 'Cause
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| This life, it ain’t right for everybody
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| Everbody’d do it now, if it was easy
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| This life, it ain’t right for everybody
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| But it sure’s been good to me
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| Drivin' thirty-five miles an hour
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| 'cross that Texas heat
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| Engine burnin' like the fires of Hell
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| Just to melt the shoes of my feet
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| Well, it’s three mechanics in a hundred miles
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| And nothin’s wrong
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| Didn’t get nothing' outta that trip but another song
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| Well
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| Yes
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| BRIDGE
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| I been up in the apple trees
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| I been down in the ditches on my bended knees
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| «May I help you, sir?
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| What do ya need?»
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| Oh
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| Been 'round a corner or two
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| Sold everything but my clothes and shoes
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| Did a thousand jobs that I never wanted to do
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| I ain’t settlin' down here
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| I’m just passin' through
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| (instrumental break)
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| Up to Vancouver where the
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| Buildings scrape the sky
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| They wanted to fight that night
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| Can’t say the reason why
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| Well, it’s flyin' fists, broken bottles
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| Swings a heat into the crowd
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| They had to bring the paddywhack in just to settle everybody down
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| Well
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| Because
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| BRIDGE
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| Yeah, it sure’s been good to me |