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13.27 miles later I'm laying in my driveway trying to count the stars I'm doing god a favor In hope you wont seem as far I want to go home 300 miles away
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago. Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me All damn night and all damn day as she cries. I’ve got to agree; she never used to Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.