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10th Street don't run in a straight
We played on the part we find
And a old man, had a cup in his hand
He's the unofficial doorman, he helped flag the cabs

The started light, we thinking about home
But thinking was by far the we'd get, we're alone
And what I had for the next couple days
more than a wish, still a phone call away

So we headed west, an our felt like
Till we had to sleep or just couldn't see
And the man on the corner was home, it was late
And we were stranded on the at the Frederick, Super 8
(Lost on the highway, I ain't never back no, no, no)

10 inches, twelve, fifteen,
the cable went out, we just sang songs then got bored
Tempers were short the food it got thin
We walked a half a to the buffet, at the Holiday Inn

Six hours turned to twelve and to forty-eight
We the gypsy's take shelter when they closed the interstate
We of Civil War, Pulp Fiction, and our escape
was shut down but for that Frederick, Super 8
(Don't apologize, just give me my sandwich)

Lost on the highway on the side of the
your feet up to lighten the load
There was a contest of and there was no debate
Oh six lonely, lonely, men at that Frederick, Super 8
(It with 'debate' I ain't never going back)