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Well, broken down outside Bakersfield

Man it started to snow

Sleepin' sittin' up in the front seat

Cold wind, it blows

Well now, people if you feel for your mortal souls

Get a job workin' at the grocery store

'Cause

This life, it ain’t right for everybody

Everbody’d do it now, if it was easy

This life, it ain’t right for everybody

But it sure’s been good to me

Drivin' thirty-five miles an hour

'cross that Texas heat

Engine burnin' like the fires of Hell

Just to melt the shoes of my feet

Well, it’s three mechanics in a hundred miles

And nothin’s wrong

Didn’t get nothing' outta that trip but another song

Well

Yes

BRIDGE

I been up in the apple trees

I been down in the ditches on my bended knees

«May I help you, sir?

What do ya need?»

Oh

Been 'round a corner or two

Sold everything but my clothes and shoes

Did a thousand jobs that I never wanted to do

I ain’t settlin' down here

I’m just passin' through

(instrumental break)

Up to Vancouver where the

Buildings scrape the sky

They wanted to fight that night

Can’t say the reason why

Well, it’s flyin' fists, broken bottles

Swings a heat into the crowd

They had to bring the paddywhack in just to settle everybody down

Well

Because

BRIDGE

Yeah, it sure’s been good to me

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