.The highway she's hotter than nine kinds of hell
The rides,they as scarce as the rain
When you're down to your last shove with nothin' to sell
And too far away from the train
Been a good month of Sundays and a guitar ago
Had a tall drink of yesterday's wine
Left a long string of fr.
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