Tom: Fm
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Licorice tattoo, turned a gun metal blue
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Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
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The one eyed jacks, across the railroad tracks
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And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
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He was a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
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But the cops would never think to look
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In Burma Shave
[Verse 2]
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And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone
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He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
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He kinda looked like Farley Grainger, with his hair slicked back
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She says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
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How far are you going
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He said depends on what you mean
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He says i'm only stop in ' here to get some gasoline
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I guess i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
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And I guess you'd say i'm on my way
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To burma shave
[Verse 3]
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And with her knees up on the glove compartment, she took out her barrettes
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And her hair spilled out like root beer
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And she popped her gum and arched her back
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Hell Marysville ain't nothing , but a wide spot in the road
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Some nights my heart pounds just like thunder i don't know why it don't explode
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Cause everyone in this stinking town, has got one foot in the grave
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And i'd rather take my chances
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Out in burma shave
[Verse 4]
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Presley's what i go by, why don't you change the station
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Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
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Mister anywhere you point this thing, has got to beat the hell out of the sting
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Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin,
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And so drill me a hole
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With a barber pole
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I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
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Why don't you have another swig, and pass that car if you're so brave
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I wanna get there before the sun comes up in
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Burma Shave
[Verse 5]
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And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
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Smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
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Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
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Lie swindled from them on the way to
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Burma Shave
[Verse 6]
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And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
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Up against the car door on the shotgun side
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And when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
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Still had on her shades
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They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
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Burma Shave
