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Sixty miles from El
lonesome as can be
Driving from the heartache
that was slowly me

I left at 4 am last
Filled my tank at luther's
I might be in come sunday
'cause i know by she'll walk the floor

She has it still her skull
that i am hers and she is
She's dead on empty and i am of
broken dreams and homemade

There's a kid who the squeesebox
on the bridge on the juarez side
He dances to the
with no shoes on his
to the music that he makes as i by

And i felt just like the devil the whole pull
But right second I feel fine
My tank is on empty, but i am full
of broken dreams and wine

Now the gulf wind she sings to me a song
I can hear her from the boxcar I ride
Her is in my brain
making music with train
that will soon take me to the other

And she might think that I'm coming
to hold her close and her cryin'
But this train's
traveling down a track
full broken dreams and wine
broken dreams and hommade wine
Broken and hommade wine