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Every once in awhile, I do drift homewards 
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Sometimes I drive, sometimes I just dream 
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400 miles in six hard pushing hours 
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To check on a life that is just out of reach 
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I think of a child sleeping by open windows 
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Two miles away there's this bar on a hill 
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Playing conjunto into the small hours 
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It drifts cross the plowed fields and his window sill 
 
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I like the sound of a Mexican bass run 
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I like the feel that it puts in my bones 
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Sometimes I wonder how I ever got here  
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I'm just trying to get home
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I traded rattlers and scorpions for roaches 
And wide open spaces for a job that pays good 
Now as I sit here in Traffic in Stressville 
I wonder if I'm being paid what I should 
 
Chorus 
 
I think of a girl and I can see her face plain 
Dark eyes in moonlight but her name just escapes 
You never forget the feel of the first time 
Does it suprise you to hear me say? 
 
Chorus 
 
I've got this friend he's a lawyer in Dallas 
His folks grow potatoes out panhandle way 
He talks of Bob Wills and Playboys and Turkeys 
Off come his wing tips and boots take their place 
 
 
He likes the sound of a Mexican bass run 
I like the feel that it puts in my bones 
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got here 
I'm just trying to get home 
 
We like the sound of a bass run 
We like the feel that it puts in our bones 
Sometimes we wonder how we got here 
How the hell are we gonna get home?