| Yea, the whole town came out to watch
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| The day the paved the parking lot
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| Somebody hung a ribbon up
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| And then they cut it down
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| And that big white rose upon that sign
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| Put innocence in all our lives
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| We could see its neon light
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| From half a mile out
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| Gas was .50 cents a gallon
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| They’d put it in for you
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| They’d bump your tires and check your oil
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| And wash your windows too
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| And We’d shine those cars bright as bright
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| We’d go park underneath that light
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| Stare out at the prairie sky
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| There was nothing else to do
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| And now there’s plywood for glass
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| Where the windows all got smashed
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| And there’s just a chunk a’concrete
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| Where those old pumps used to stand
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| There’s a couple a’cars half outta the ground
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| And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
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| I guess the White Rose filling station’s just a memory now
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| And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
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| Just to meet the boys workin' at the pumps
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| And we’d pull up and fall in love
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| And they’ve all moved away
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| Strangers used to stop and ask
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| How far they’ve driven off the map
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| And then they built that overpass
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| And now they stay out on the highway
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| 'Cause there’s plywood for glass
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| Where the windows all got smashed
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| And there’s just a chunk a’concrete
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| Where those old pumps used to stand
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| And that neon sign was the heart and soul
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| Of this ol' one horse town
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| And it’s like it lost its will to live
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| The day they shut it down
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| Yea that ol' White Rose fillin' station’s just a memory now |