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Must be a cold front coming |
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Cause I saw the eastbound C&O |
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And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow |
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And that boy'll drive me crazy |
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Don't know what I'll do with him |
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School will be out tomorrow if that cold front moves in |
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Calling out |
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To the dying daylight |
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The shadows of the mountains |
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Bringing on the night |
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The old folks like to whisper |
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He favors your side in his face |
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When he gets a little older |
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He's going to lead a merry chase |
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(chorus) |
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When I'm all alone it's all right |
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It Isn't going to wound my pride |
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If anyone can claim they're all right |
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So can I |
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I wrecked the El Camino |
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Would have been DWI |
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So I just walked off and left it |
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Laying on its side |
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The troopers found it in the morning |
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And they said it's purely luck I wasn't killed |
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I probably ought to quit my drinking |
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But I don't believe I will |
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(chorus) |
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He used to ask about you |
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About a million times a day |
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I got so tired of trying to answer |
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I just turned my head away |
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Now he don't pay me much attention |
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He's not asking anymore |
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I guess he'd probably know you |
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If you walked back in the door |
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Calling out to the empty night |
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Watching as the snowflakes |
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Come dancing round the light |
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Dancing up against the window |
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It's like they're peeking through the glass |
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And they hover for a moment |
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And then they fall on past |
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Calling out |
