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FIt's midnight at a liquor store in TBbexas.
BenFeath the neon, close up's just beC7gun.
When a Fboy walks in the door and points Bba pistGol.
He can't Ffind a job, but C7man, he's found a gFun.
FBut a change of heart before there's confronBbtation.
Let's the Fold man live and run out in the stC7reet.
But he Fknows that soon they'll come with guns a blBbazing. G
And alFready he can C7feel a great reFlief.
FOh how many travlers get wBbeary,
FBearing both their burdens and their sC7cars,
FDon't you think they'd love to stop comBbplaining, G
and Ffly like eagles C7out among the sFtars.
FHe pictures the arrival of the Bbcruisers.
Sees that Fold familiar anger in their C7eyes.
He Fknows that when they're shooting at this Bbloser, G
They'll be Faiming at the dC7eamons in their liFves.
FOh how many travlers get wBbeary,
FBearing both their burdens and their sC7cars,
FDon't you think they'd love to stop comBbplainingG,
and Ffly like eagles C7out among the sFtars.
FThe evening news it carries all the dBbetails.
He Fdies in every living room in tC7own.
And Fin his home a bottle's thrown in Bbanger. G
And his Ffather cries, "We'll C7never live this dFown."
FOh how many travlers get wBbeary,
FBearing both their burdens and their sC7cars,
FDon't you think they'd love to stop comBbplaining, G
and Ffly like eagles C7out among the sFtars.
Oh-Oh, and Ffly like eagles C7out among the sFtars.
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