It was just after dark when the truck started down
The
It was an early morning bar room
And the place just
When I met America, I didn't know her name
But it
Well, I've sung out one more evening
Yes I'm wrung out,
She wasn't very pretty,
She wasn't very smart,
But everything she said
Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange
The color is
When I rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my
Oh, barefoot boy
Once he came unto a land
Of forests and
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So your 13 and there's a silent scream out there,
And
The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn
It was his
His mama was a midnight woman
His daddy was a drifter
She was crazy
(She was beautiful)
I guess she had to be
And
Caroline
Comes from the rain
Glistening and shivering
She laughs as she shakes
My child arrived just the other day
He came to the
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