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100 miles to Barstow and the rain keeps comin' down 
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100 miles to Barstow on the sadist side of town 
100 miles to Barstow with a bottle in my hand 
100 miles to Barstow cause im alone again 
 
She swore she would be all mine she said her love was true 
And did all the kinds of things that a woman usually do 
Well the good time they turned bad and the bad time they turned sad 
Now Im a 100 mile to Barstow wising for what I had 
 
Why does love have to hurt so bad why is it so cruel 
Everytime I fall im love I feel just like a fool 
How do I know when its real I can never tell 
100 mile to Barstow its like a 100 mile to hell 
 
Love can be your friend if you drive her straight and slow 
But I never heeded her advice and I drove right of the road 
Well my love you discarded like a bottle on the side of the road 
now im a hundred miles to Barstow with no Place left to go