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

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

She has it inside her skull
that i am hers and she is
dead on empty and i am full of
broken dreams and wine

a kid who plays the squeesebox
on the border bridge on the side
He to the beat
with no shoes on his
to the music that he makes as i by

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

Now the gulf she sings to me a love song
I can hear her the boxcar that I ride
Her is in my brain
making music with train
that will soon me to the other side

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