.This old highway, she's hotter than nine kinds of hell
And the rides, they're as scarce as the rain
When you're down to your last shuck with nothin' to sell
And you're too far away from the train
It's been a good month of Sundays and a guitar a go
I had a tall drink of yeste.
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