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Sixty miles El Paso
Feelin' as can be
further from the heartache
that was killing me

I left at 4 am last
Filled my at luther's store
I be checking' in come sunday
'cause i by then she'll walk the floor

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

a kid who plays the squeesebox
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 like the devil the whole night's pull
But right this second I fine
My tank is on empty, but i am full
of broken and homemade wine

Now the gulf wind she to me a love song
I can hear her from the boxcar that I
Her voice is in my
music with this train
that will soon take me to the side

And she might think that I'm back
to her close and stop her cryin'
But this freight
traveling down a southbound
broken dreams and hommade wine
Just broken and hommade wine
Broken dreams and wine