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Out on the old coast highway, flying through the night,
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Jed got stopped by the CHP, for speedin' and no brake lights.
[Harmonica Interlude]
| FC | D5 |
[Verse 2]
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Rolled down the driver's window; slipped his gun down under his seat.
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The glove-box was full of cocaine; the trunk was full of weed.
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"Driver's license and registration," said the officer with his flashlight.
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Searchin' around the floor of the car; smellin' like something ain't right.
[Harmonica Interlude]
| F C | D5 | x2
[Verse 3]
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Jed's life flashed before him, like a black and white super-8.
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He heard the sound of the future, on a scratchy old seventy-eight.
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Nothing was still, all was moving, when the flashlight found the gun.
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Then Jed pulled the trigger, in a split-second tragic blunder.
[Guitar Solo]
| F C | D5 | x2
[Verse 4]
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"It makes you think about living, what life has to tell,"
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Said Jed to Grandpa, from inside his cell.
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Camouflage hung in his closet. Guns all over the wall.
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Plans for buildings and engineers, and a book with no numbers at all.
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The whole town was stunned; they closed the Coast Highway for 12 hours.
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No one could believe it; Jed was one of ours.
[Guitar/Harmonica Solo]
| F C | D5 | x4
[Verse 5]
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Meanwhile across the ocean, living in the Internet,
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Is the cause of an explosion no one has heard yet.
[Harmonica Interlude]
| FC | D5 |
[Verse 6]
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But there's no need to worry. There's no reason to fuss.
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Just go on about your work now. And leave the drivin' to us.
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And we'll be watching you, and everything you do.
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And you can do your part, by watchin' others too.
[Guitar Solo]
| F C | D5 | x8
[Verse 7]
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Grandpa put down the paper,staring in disbelief.
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Jed had always been good to him; never gave him any grief.
[Guitar/Harmonica Solo]
| F C | D5 | x4
[Verse 8]
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The moral of this story is try not to get too old.
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The more time you spend on earth, the more you see unfold.
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And as an afterthought, this must, too, be told,
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Some people have taken pure bullshit, and turned it into gold.
[Guitar Solo]
| F C | D5 | x24
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