As quick as two minutes can pass
My thoughts had run cold
Visions of Maria and that bartender
Pogo’d in my head
I knew I had to get out of there
Three hundred miles later I was at the South Dakota border
Stopped for some snacks
Beef jerky and Funyuns
Drank a cold beer in the parking lot
There were rednecks out there screaming something useless
I got into the car
Rolled up my windows
Smoked a number
And thought about Maria
Drove myself to a gun shop
But didn’t have the guts or the identification to buy one
So instead I went to a picture show
I really wasn’t sure what to do
I think they showed Xanadu
God I hate Olivia Newton-John

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