The sun is beating down on his neck
He's got a dream he can't forget
Seems like yesterday
That he drove away
In that little white Chevette
Riding on those yellow lines
Been stuck behind that bus for miles
A child looks through the glass at him
With a big-toothed grin and back
To his mother as they reached the Georgia line
To tell the truth would be a crime
No water could wash his dirty mind
He felt the heat so he had to run away
Where nobody knows your name
He lost his life one summer night
The flames still burn him sometimes
Lying on the ground
He watched the world burn down
If only tears could put out a fire
To tell the truth would be a crime
No water could wash his dirty mind
He felt the heat so he had to run away
Where nobody knows your name
It was hot that July day
When he was laid down in a grave
Ash to ash, dust to dust
He felt like giving up
Got in his car and drove away
To tell the truth would be a lie
No water could wash his dirty mind
He felt the heat so he had to run away
Where nobody knows your name
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