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Sixty from El Paso
lonesome as can be
Driving further from the
that was killing me

I at 4 am last monday
Filled my at luther's store
I might be checking' in sunday
'cause i know by then walk the floor

She has it inside her skull
that i am hers and she is
She's dead on and i am full of
dreams and homemade wine

There's a kid who the squeesebox
on the bridge on the juarez side
He dances to the
with no on his feet
to the music that he as i drive by

And i felt just like the devil the whole night's
But this second I feel fine
My tank is on empty, but i am full
of dreams and homemade wine

Now the wind she sings to me a love song
I can her from the boxcar that I ride
Her is in my brain
making music with train
that will soon take me to the other

And she might think that I'm coming
to hold her close and her cryin'
But this freight
down a southbound track
full dreams and hommade wine
Just broken dreams and wine
Broken dreams and wine