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Sixty miles from El
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 be checking' in come sunday
i know by then she'll walk the floor

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

There's a kid who plays the
on the border bridge on the juarez
He dances to the
with no shoes on his
to the music he makes as i drive by

And i felt just like the the whole night's pull
But right this second I feel
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 boxcar that I
Her is in my brain
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 freight
down a southbound track
full broken dreams and hommade
Just broken and hommade wine
Broken dreams and wine