| Starin' through a spiderweb where the windshield used to be
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| What’s left of the dashboard, the smell of gasoline
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| I can just make out one neon light south off through the trees
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| My feet took over walkin' 'fore my mind caught up with me
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| When I walked in my tab was already open
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| My drink was poured and my cigarette was smokin'
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| Somebody said «Hey girl, where you been? |
| Doncha know I been waitin' for ya?
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| «Got a band up there been dyin' to play a little 'Devil Went Down to Georgia'
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| «Rest that trav’lin' soul, looks like the road was long
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| «Welcome to Southern Babylon»
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| Had to pull myself together and ask to use the phone
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| The waitress smiled a wicked grin, it sent a chill right through my bone
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| I said «I need to call the tow-truck, some way to move along»
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| She said, «Who you wanna call now that you’ve been called home?»
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| She said «Hey girl, where you been? |
| Doncha know I been waitin' for ya?
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| «You got a band up there just dyin' to play a little 'Hotel California'
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| «And maybe it’s not sinkin' in, but you’ll learn to play along
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| «Honey, you been gone since you walked into Southern Babylon»
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| «I'm not supposed to be here, bartender don’t you see?
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| «I took a gig down in Atlanta and the brakes gave out on me»
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| She said, «We know all about ya. |
| It’s a little bit too late»
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| She handed me a guitar and pointed to the flames
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| «Hey girl, where you been? |
| Doncha know I been waitin' for ya?
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| «You got a band up there just dyin' to play a little 'Devil Went Down to
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| Georgia'
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| «Rest that trav’lin' soul, looks like the road was long
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| «Welcome to Southern Babylon»
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| Southern Babylon
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| Welcome to Southern Babylon
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| Welcome home |