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  After three nights in jail I
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  head north from Toyahvale
Am7
   Switch to two eighty five in Pecos,
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head up to Red Bluff

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My walk's real steady

and my eyes are real cold but
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 I feel like I'm all of sixteen years old,
  Am7
lost in the Travel Lodge
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with the television on with the sound down
I don't feel so tough

C                D          G
  Old issues of Sunset magazine

to read
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Sleep for twelve hours
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and dream about home

I have no place to go
so I drive up to New Mexico
Fix my eyes in the rearview
when I cross the state line

And I panic, I guess
and although it's quite late
I take the first exit to one twenty eight, I am
coming back to Midland
and I hope you won't mind

Polaroids of the two of us,
scattered on the passenger seat
I drive slowly and evenly
and I dream about home