Turnpike Troubadours
Shreveport
Capo 2


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Well on a Greyhound bound for Shreveport I’d been too long in my seat
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I stopped off in a no named town to grab a bite to eat
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Gnd the ceiling fans they hung’d above a screened in patio
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Crawfish hotter than a chimney fire the beer was cheap and cold
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Gnd the bar maid smiled that kind of smile that knocked me off my stool
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Said hang around I’ll show you things they don’t teach in school

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Gcross the way an old blues man was playin’ on the street
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He moaned just like a black and tan, I found myself a seat
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He sang ‘Lord He lives above us’ and ‘the devil sleeps beneath’
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Well he growled it mean and low between his three or four gold teeth
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Gnd I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
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Well you can learn somethings down there they don’t teach in school

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Well I dreamed that night of a pretty girl, I dreamed of a river boat
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‘Till a man in blue kicked at my shoes and said come on boy, lets go
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I said, oh officer, oh officer, please don’t take me to jail
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Said you can’t sleep outside now my hands are tied, I knew that feelin’ all too well 
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And if you play in my town son you’ll play it by the rules
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That downtown night shed light on sights that you won’t see in school

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Out of Jail I found myself a-walkin’ down the road
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So glad to hear that ole Jake Brake come purrin’ nice and slow
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Said I’m goin as far as Fayetteville, I’ve got some room to spare
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Could you drop me off at Fort Smith, Sir, well I’ve got family there
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Gnd he bought the Jack on that big black Mack, kickin’ back I played it cool
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From a shotgun seat I learned some things they don’t teach in school
 
Key Change

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And I wished I was in Shreveport just a gamblin’ like a fool
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Well you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school

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Well I said you can learn some things down there they don’t teach in school