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Author: John Knight
©2011 John Knight
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Fast Lane Rita

A girl down in Texas
She stole my Lexus
Drove off down Highway 41
I think her name was Rita
She couldn’t a’ been sweeter
But she gone off with my wallet and my gun

(Chorus 1)
She’s Fast Lane Rita
You’ll never beat her
Not unless you get yourself a plane
She’s Fast Lane Rita
Like’s nothin’ neater
Than go cruising in the outside lane

The State Police are looking
For a girl that’s cooking
Driving at a hundred miles an hour
So if you see a missile
Give it a whistle
That’ll be Rita treading on the power

(Chorus 1)
She’s Fast Lane Rita
You’ll never beat her
Not unless you get yourself a plane
She’s Fast Lane Rita
Like’s nothin’ neater
Than go cruising in the outside lane

She’s heading for California
I tried to warn ya’
Rita’s not a girl to let things by
But they tried to ring her
And warn her of that stinger
Now she’s driving that Highway in the sky

(Chorus 2)
She was Fast Lane Rita
The system beat her
Put her in a box and said goodbye
She was Fast Lane Rita
Now she’s with St. Peter
Cruising on that Highway in the sky