Boxcar

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Aint it just like you and me to go
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 down like that?
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Bleeding out in a boxcar shot in 
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the back.
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We were all that luck(?) all that 
time
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Lord was waiting for us at the end 
of the line.
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Any minute now we knew we were 
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going to have to decide.

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Take a fat chance come out gunning.
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Get out now and try to keep 
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running down south.

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Til she said hey hey cut the rope
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No  way we’re gonna let them get us 
both
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Don’t stop running til we reach that
 coast
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Let your pretty momma go up in smoke

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Coming out of the harbor it was 
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simple and new
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Clean as clear water we could see
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 straight through.
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But in that old dust bowl when the 
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money got low
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it was all we could do to keep a 
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nail in the floor
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Showed on her face, tell by the 
lines
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These were desperate times

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Pistol strapped and her hair was 
dyed
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Gonna make her money like Bonnie and
 Clyde
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Well be alright

               C
And she said hey hey cut the rope
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No  way were gonna let them get us 
both
  C
Dont stop running til we reach that 
coast
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Let your pretty momma go up in smoke

   F
Dont let the sorry weather get you 
down
   C
Change your last name, try your luck
 around
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And if they ever come to ask about 
me
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Tell them that you knew me and you 
Em
kind of liked me
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I ain’t afraid to go it on my own
 C                              Em
You can make a run and make it all 
alone
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Youll be all right

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End of the line the engines still 
burning
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Just like the wheels, the hands 
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keep turning round and round
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Til time ran out

              C
And she said hey hey cut the rope
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No  way were gonna let them get us 
both
  C
Dont stop running til we reach that 
coast
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Let your pretty momma go up in smoke
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