At a quick shop somewhere west of Albuquerque Got a tank of gas and a cold drink and a beef jerky The cashier she gave me a smile So I stood there and I talk to her a while
She said where you headed I hope you get there soon I’ve seen em all day long from 4am till noon Some are running from Some are running too Some are running blind Lord Which one are you
I said it don’t appear to me to be so cut and dry You don’t know me from Adam can it be so black and white I said I got a plan you see I got it figured out How can you be so sure my dear what I’m all about
She said Ive stood in this window for 27 years I can tell your cash or credit I can tell your brand of beer
I can tell you who’s a liar And the truth is plain to see That’s your last twenty boy and don’t you lie to me
Their’s a girl In Albuquerque crying(aint she) And your standing in a quick shop Lying……(Aint ya)
Well She handed back my twenty Said you know what to do If you drive it steady son You’ll be home this afternoon And I hate to judge you I don’t mean to seem unkind But there aint no use in running If you’re only running blind
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