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

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

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

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

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

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

And she think that I'm coming back
to hold her and stop her cryin'
But freight train's
traveling a southbound track
full broken dreams and wine
Just broken and hommade wine
dreams and hommade wine