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We were riding north to Chicago on Route 65
We'd played the first show on a tour of 45
Limey, Shawn and Bryan rode in the truck 16 miles away
Me, Shal, Pete and Lamar, we thumbed down the ramp of 158
The smell of farm and diesel fuel, it burned in the 3 o'clock sun
16 miles to the garage with a bottle of water and our thumbs
Dead bottle caps buds and birds we passed on the way
Who is gonna pick up four punks in Indiana on a Sunday?
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"The diagnosis wasn't good" is what Don, the Ford guy said
Stuck in Indiana for a week 'cause the bus was dead
24-hour White Castle 25-cent refills for a while
Gotta know what to do with no money riding down the jewel of the denial
Loaded with our sleeping bags, we hitched a ride to town
We ran into some punky kids, bought some beers, they showed us around
Under a bridge by the river we got drunk and sang Clash songs
We were saved just in time by the Sonic Iguana before long
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