| He was the black sheep of the family
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| How did mama’s pride and joy
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| Go from such a precious baby
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| To the devil’s poster boy
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| I’m gonna slick my hair like Elvis
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| Roll my cuffs like Jerry Lee
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| If the backbeat’s born in hell
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| Then that’s the place I want to be
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| Gonna be a midnight rider
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| Gonna burn my candle down
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| Followin that drivin' beat
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| To the dark side of town
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| From the barrooms of Deep Ellum
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| To the crashpads on the bay
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| He spiraled slow and steady
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| Down a lonely blue hiway
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| I’m gonna chase my beer with whiskey
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| Stick a needle in my skin
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| Gonna celebrate the mystery
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| Of the hole I’ve fallen in
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| 'Cause I’m a midnite rider
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| Gonna burn my candle down
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| Followin' that drivin' beat
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| To the dark side of town
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| He loved that funky music
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| He knew the backroad scenes
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| Every barbeque and blues band
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| Between here and New Orleans
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| He put down the bottle
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| October '89
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| Eased up on the throttle
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| Bought him a little time
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| But he was a midnite rider
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| He burned that candle down
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| Hangin' out on easy does it street
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| On the dark side of town
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| Big Al settled down
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| Along the banks of Onion creek
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| With a pickup and a hound dog
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| And a little lucky streak
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| He nursed that fragile frame
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| Through the hurricanes and drought
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| It was a summer wind that came
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| And blew the candle out
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| But he was a midnite rider
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| He burned that candle down
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| Followin that drivin' beat
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| To the dark side of town
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| Oh you midnite rider
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| I know you’re still around
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| Hangin' out on easy street
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| On the dark side of town
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| End:
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| On the dark side of town |