Bass Run

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Every once in awhile, I do drift 
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homewards
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Sometimes I drive, sometimes I just 
dream
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400 miles in six hard pushing hours
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To check on a life that is just out 
of reach
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I think of a child sleeping by 
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open windows
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Two miles away there's this bar on a
 hill
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Playing conjunto into the small 
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hours
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It drifts cross the plowed fields 
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and his window sill



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I like the sound of a Mexican bass 
run
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I like the feel that it puts in my 
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bones
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Sometimes I wonder how I ever got 
here
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I'm just trying to get home
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I traded rattlers and scorpions for 
roaches
And wide open spaces for a job that 
pays good
Now as I sit here in Traffic in 
Stressville
I wonder if I'm being paid what I 
should

Chorus

I think of a girl and I can see her 
face plain
Dark eyes in moonlight but her name 
just escapes
You never forget the feel of the 
first time
Does it suprise you to hear me say?

Chorus

I've got this friend he's a lawyer 
in Dallas
His folks grow potatoes out 
panhandle way
He talks of Bob Wills and Playboys 
and Turkeys
Off come his wing tips and boots 
take their place


He likes the sound of a Mexican bass
 run
I like the feel that it puts in my 
bones
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got 
here
I'm just trying to get home

We like the sound of a bass run
We like the feel that it puts in our
 bones
Sometimes we wonder how we got here
How the hell are we gonna get home?