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Needles Highway

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It was the summer of 1989

and we headed to them Hills without a dime

We swam Sylvan Lake in the moonlight

and thatís right on Needles Highway


We were married in the Spires, our preacher was the sun

You promised me your life, said I'd be your only one

We drove to Spearfish Canyon where we first made love

and thatís right off Needles Highway


We bought that little house down in Worland

and our lives were going fine until she walked in

Now I never see them Hills unless Iím heading to Montan

and I steer clear of Needles Highway


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