The David C. Travelin' Medicine Show - Roadblock

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Going down the highway, the law is right behind Trying to catch me for the ones I broke, back down the line Lord knows I've tried real hard and never had much luck Now I'm stuck at 82 behind a logging truck Get out of the way And woman, don't expect an apology from me For shootin' that man and watchin' him die, it really tickled me No tears will come for the one who's always been untrue And I think you'll find, if I had more time, then you'd be stone dead too Get out of the way Flashing lights behind me, a diesel truck ahead Build up some speed, got room to pass, I've got to clear my head Rearview mirror tells old Dale the cops are losing ground Pigs'll never catch me, though, I'm Tijuana-bound Roadblock! [Instrumental Break] Now I'm sitting in a cell, I got life without parole My lawyer had my money and the Devil had my soul But please don't weep for me, my friend, my belt's become a noose I've got no more life to live, I've got no heart to lose Yeah, ah-woah!
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