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It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas
Closing time; another day is done
When a boy walks in the door and points a pistol
He can't find a job, but Lord, he's found a gun
He pulls it off with no trace of confrontation
Then he lets the old man run out in the street
Even though he knows they'll come with guns a-blazin'
Already he can feel a great relief
Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
Don't you think they'd love to start all over
And fly like eagles out among the stars?
He pictured the arrival of the cruisers
Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
He knows that when they're shootin' at this loser
They'll be aiming at the demons in their lives
Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
Don't you think they'd love to start all over
And fly like eagles out among the stars?
The evening news carried all the details
He dies in every living room in town
And in his own a bottle is thrown in anger
And his father cries, "We'll never live this down!"
Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don't you think they'd love to start all over
And fly like eagles out among the stars?
And fly like eagles out among the stars?
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