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

I left at 4 am last
Filled my tank at luther's
I might be in come sunday
'cause i know by then she'll walk the

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

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

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

Now the gulf she sings to me a love song
I can her from the boxcar that I ride
Her voice is in my
making music this train
that will take me to the other side

And she might think I'm coming back
to hold her close and stop her
But this train's
traveling down a southbound
full broken and hommade wine
Just broken dreams and hommade
Broken and hommade wine