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Sixty miles El Paso
Feelin' as can be
Driving from the heartache
that was slowly me

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

She has it still her skull
that i am and she is mine
She's dead on empty and i am of
broken dreams and wine

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

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

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

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