Rodney Crowell – Taking Flight (Guitar)

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We were somewhere east of Hattiesburg

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On a lonely stretch of nightmare

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Gas gauge screaming empty, headlights in a fog

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Two refugees from Greenville in line to wind up roadkill

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With a parakeet named Chester and a one-eyed spotted dog

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We'd been plowing through each day like so much Mississippi red dirt

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Burning with no purpose save get out while we still can

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Hell bent past the point of no return and going nowhere

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With the best of good intentions, one more line drawn in the sand

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Taking flight, forget about tomorrow

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Wrong or right, the chips are gonna fall

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Taking flight, going nowhere 'til we get there

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Next time Hell starts freezing over, we'll be sure to give a call

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So we got our education from a backwoods country station

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Proof that there's a world out there came wrapped up in a song

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Riding high on one wing and a foxhole prayer might get you there

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But ten won't get you twenty if you bet your money wrong

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I never was the smartest, but I didn't try to hide it

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But that don't mean you get off light for leaving me alone

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We were twenty feet from stardom, now you're staring down post-partum

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An unwed mother soon to be that small voice on your phone

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Taking flight, forget about tomorrow

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Wrong or right, the chips are gonna fall

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Taking flight, going nowhere 'til we get there

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Next time Hell starts freezing over do be sure to give a call

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Next time Hell starts freezing over do be sure to give a call

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Be sure to give a call