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Sixty miles El Paso
Feelin' as can be
Driving further the heartache
that was slowly me

I at 4 am last monday
my tank at luther's store
I might be checking' in sunday
'cause i know by she'll walk the floor

She has it inside her skull
that i am and she is mine
She's dead on and i am full of
broken dreams and homemade

There's a kid who the squeesebox
on the border bridge on the side
He to the beat
no shoes on his feet
to the music that he makes as i by

And i felt just like the devil the whole night's
But right this second I fine
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 that I ride
Her voice is in my
making music this train
that soon take me to the other side

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