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FAVORITE COUNTRY MUSIC LYRICS.
A THREAD.
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A THREAD.
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“At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln, The night is black as the coffee he was drinkin'”
First thing I remember known’
Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town
Not knowin' where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried
Was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town
Not knowin' where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried
