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�< desperados >

you and me
in that store
north of Uvalde
no
that wasn't the one
it was the one in Lamesa
a greasy little store
in Lamesa

and there you were
you
in your black dress
looking dangerous
pointing your daddy's shotgun
straight at his face
200 dollars
was all he had
200 dollars
and
potato chips

you took the money
and i was so hungry
i grabbed about 20 bags
of his damn potato chips

"we're desperados"
you said
and started laughing your ass off
"we're desperados"

you and me
driving north
in flat fucking Texas
north on the county roads
cutting across
on the dirt ones
getting good and lost
in flat fucking Texas �

you and me
with the moon to the west
and lights to the east
lights
making the clouds glow
"maybe that's Amarillo"
you said
"maybe that's Amarillo"

you and me �
and potato chips
and 200 dollars

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