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Caught a ride into South Dakota
With two girls in a light blue Desoto.
One's name was Jane, the other was plain
But they both had racing motors.
Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife
She had a brand new, lay down Rambler.
She parked outside of town,
laid the Rambler down
She said she sure could dig it if I rode her.

Doing my best to get back to you
Ain't nothing I'd rather do.
Look for me Sunday, gonna be there honey
Something special just for you
Special just for you.

Made a truck stop for toothpick and water
I got a ride from a fruit picker's daughter.
Drove her through the night, let the fruit just rot
Said All I could eat for a quarter.

Next, hopped a train with a hobo woman
Said she was from Texas too.
The way that she did, what she did, when she did what she did to me made me think of you.
Yeah honey made me think of you.

I'm doing my best to get back to you
Ain't nothing I'd rather do.
Look for me Sunday, gonna be there honey
Something special just for you.
Special just for you.
Yeah honey something special just for you.

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