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It's four AM
An' I'm a hundred miles from breakfast, in Wyoming... I'm not complain'... I got the radio on Playin' on a station from New Orleans An' now it's rainin'... I'm makin' time Tryin' to keep it rollin' An' I'm alone... Windshield wipers in the rain... I hear that country western music comin' at me Through the thunder... The flashin' lightnin'... I hear the DJ Sayin' here's a little tune fer all you truckers I hope you like it... I'm gettin' tired My eyes are feelin' sandy An I'm alone... Windshield wipers in the rain... I hear a freight train comin' down... I see the headlight flashin' round... I feel an earthquake in the ground... And then he's gone... An' I'm alone, all alone... Windshield wipers in the rain... I feel a cold Wyomin' chill comin' on me In the mornin'... I need some lovin'... I see a sign that says it's only fifty miles to where I'm goin' I hope it's open... I look around Wishin you was with me But I'm alone... Windshield wipers in the rain... I see a distant neon sign... I turn the music way up high... I wipe the lonesome from my eyes... But I'm alone... Windshield wipers in the rain... |
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