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Sitting down at the station, nothing to do,
I lit myself a cigarette and set fire to my shoe.
It was purely accidental
I thought the match had gone out
Started hooting and hollering and dancing all about.

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Barefoot at the station, my guitar on my back
Drinking like a fish, smoking like a stack.
When I leave this town, well I won't come back
Hardcore fucked for longer or your money back.

Roman candle, shot for the stars
Left a trail of fire between here and Mars
Landed in a haystack behing an old man's barn,
Barefooting again before they sound the alarm.

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Gone five hundred miles, got five hundred more to go.
Half's been in the rain and the other in the snow.
Come this time of year the only place I know
where the sun don't always shine but the grass always grows.

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