Brent Beamer

Tupelo, he went last week

He said he had business in Mississippi

He kept his bags 

In a briefcase in the back

Of his old car, a Lincoln from his Pa

He turned his back the day she left him

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He drove down 55 through the humid night

And by a roadside he met the man

Everything seemed the way it always was

And then a flashbang, the Lincoln's back on the road

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The new driver inched the seat back

With bloody shoes he pushed the gas down

About an hour out of Memphis

The business came and went as he did

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