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  1. Getaway Man
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Lyrics

Sittin’ in the car, hat pulled down,
Readin’ the paper, lookin’ around,
If you see him, better act like you didn’t,
‘Cause somethin’s up, and you don’t want to be in it.

He’s the getaway man...

Getaway man got a dirty car,
Old stained shirt and a cuban cigar,
Don’t get in his way when his foot’s on that floor,
‘Cause any minute now, his friends come racin’ through that door.

He’s the getaway man...

Beneath that hat, he’s got a scar,
Only time he ever crashed his car,
Now he’s just sittin’ here waitin’,
Motor running, antiscipatin’

He’s the getaway man...

Now, I don’t know what else happened that day,
He caught my eye, and I looked away.
I don’t ever think about what went down,
But I don’t ever see him or that dirty green car around.
No mo’.

He’s the getaway man...

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