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t's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin' |
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I'm not complainin' |
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I got the radio on, playin' on a station from New Orleans |
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An' now it's rainin' |
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I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it rollin' |
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And I'm all alone |
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[Chorus] |
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Windshield wipers in the rain |
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I hear that country-western music comin' at me, through the thunder |
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A flash of lightnin' |
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I hear the D.J., sayin' "Here's a little tune for all you truckers. |
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"I hope you like it." |
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I'm gettin' tired; my eyes are feelin' sandy |
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When I'm alone |
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[Chorus] |
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Windshield wipers in the rain |
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I hear a freight train comin' down |
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I see the headlights flashin' 'round |
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I feel an earthquake in the ground |
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An' then he's gone |
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All alone |
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[Chorus] |
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Windshield wipers in the rain |
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I feel a cold Wyomin' chill comin' on me in the mornin' |
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I need some welcome |
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I see a sign, says it's only fifty miles to where I'm going |
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And I hope it's open |
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I look around, wishin' you was with me |
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But I'm alone |
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[Chorus] |
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Windshield wipers in the rain |
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I see a distant neon sign |
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I turn the music way up high |
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I wipe the lonesome from my eyes |
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But I'm alone |
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[Chorus] |
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Windshield wipers in the rain |
