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

I left at 4 am monday
Filled my tank at store
I be checking' in come sunday
'cause i know by she'll walk the floor

She has it still inside her
that i am hers and she is
She's on empty and i am full of
broken and homemade wine

There's a kid who plays the
on the border on the juarez side
He to the beat
with no shoes on his
to the music that he as i drive by

And i felt just like the devil the night's pull
But right this I feel fine
My tank is dead on empty, but i am
of broken and homemade wine

Now the wind she sings to me a love song
I can hear her from the that I ride
Her voice is in my
making with this train
that will take me to the other side

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