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Sixty miles from El
Feelin' as can be
Driving from the heartache
that was killing me

I at 4 am last monday
Filled my tank at store
I might be checking' in come
'cause i by then she'll walk the floor

She has it inside her skull
that i am and she is mine
She's dead on and i am full of
broken dreams and wine

a kid who plays the squeesebox
on the border on the juarez side
He to the beat
no shoes on his feet
to the music that he makes as i by

And i felt just like the devil the night's pull
But right this I feel fine
My tank is dead on empty, but i am
of broken and homemade wine

Now the gulf she sings to me a love song
I can hear her the boxcar that I ride
Her voice is in my
making music with this
that soon take me to the other side

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