| Passing thru Tulsa at four in the morning
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| Crossing the Arkansas one more time
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| Moon on the river, it’s lower than usual
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| Can’t get much lower than this gas gauge of mine
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| All the lights in Tulsa could not warm my heart now
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| That is something only you would know
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| I’m passing thru Tulsa at four in the mornin'
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| But I’ve really got nowhere to go
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| Stoppin' for gas and a bottle of ice tea
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| I asked the kid if he’s new around here
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| He’s up from Dallas; |
| he moved here in eighty
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| I had a hell of a future that year
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| Movin' and shakin', I was always in motion
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| My name in the papers, a man in the know
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| Now I’m passing thru Tulsa at four in the morning
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| But I’ve really got nowhere to go
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| Sun comin' up in my rear view mirror now
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| Openin' the wide blue skies
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| I hope the sun helps me see things clearer now
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| As mile after meaningless mile roll by
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| Up in the visor I stash all my photographs
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| All of them taken a long time ago
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| You in the swimming pool, you on your bicycle
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| You on the river at Cape Girardeau
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| Gone with the Arkansas, swept by the current now
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| Where you are now only you and God know
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| Me, I’m passing thru Tulsa at four in the morning
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| But I’ve really got nowhere to go
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| Sun’s comin' up in my rear view mirror now
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| Openin' the wide blue skies
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| I hope the sun helps me see things clearer now
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| As mile after meaningless mile roll by
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| Up in the visor I stash all my photographs
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| All of them taken a long time ago
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| You in the swimming pool, you on your bicycle
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| You on the river at Cape Girardeau
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| Gone with the Arkansas, swept by the current now
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| Where you are now only you and God know
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| Me, I’m passing thru Tulsa at four in the morning
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| But I’ve really got nowhere to go
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| I’m passing thru Tulsa at four in the morning
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| But I’ve really got nowhere to go |