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Robber’s Highway
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John Hiatt
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Can't feel the fingers of one hand Last night felt like a three-night stand Mouth full of cotton, feet of clay I didn't plan on waking up today I had heart, wheels and wings Now I don't have any of these things Come and get me, Jesus, I don't know Come and get me 'cause I can't go I lost my brothers, I lost my friends Only one way this thing ends Cheap and dirty in a bad motel Wondering what it was you used to do so well I had words, chords and strings Now I don't have any of these things Come and get me, Jesus, I don't know Come and get me 'cause I can't go Shirt and pants, coffee black Open up the shade a crack Fields of cotton, fields of clay Sun going down on a Robber's Highway Winds that whistle, birds that sing I've no understanding of any of these things Come and get me, Jesus, I don't know Come and get me 'cause I can't go
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