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Am G F E
Parched land no desert sand, the sun was just a dot
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And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot
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Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back of a rented Ford
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They couldn't know they weren't going far
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Each one with the money in his pocket, could go out and buy himself a brand new car
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But they all held the money they had, money they hoped would take them very far
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Am G F E
The sky was bright, with traffic light, now and then a truck
Am G F
And they hadn't seen a cop around all day (what luck)
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They brought everything they needed, the bags and scales to weigh the stuff
Am G F
The driver said the border's just over the bluff
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It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped, in the middle of a cold and barren plain
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And the other guy, turned and spilled three boys' blood, did they know a trap had been lain?
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Am G F E
They're OK the last days of May, but I'll be breathing dry air
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I'm leaving soon, the others are already there
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You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here?
Am G F
It's said the West is nice this time of year, that's what they say
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