[00:01.41]Homemade Wine
[00:09.66]Shawn Mullins
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[00:21.37]Sixty miles from El Paso
[00:27.14]Feelin' lonesome as can be
[00:32.01]Driving further from the heartache
[00:37.47]That was slowly killing me
[00:42.63]I left at 4 AM last Monday
[00:48.37]Filled my tank at Luther's store
[00:53.58]I might be checkin' in come Sunday
[00:59.22]'Cause I know by then she'll walk the floor
[01:04.30]She has it still inside her skull
[01:10.24]That I am hers and she is mine
[01:15.47]She's dead on empty and I am full
[01:21.53]Of broken dreams and homemade wine
[01:26.99]There's a kid who plays the squeezebox
[01:31.84]On the border bridge on the Juarez side
[01:36.87]He dances to the beat
[01:39.30]With no shoes on his feet
[01:42.03]To the music that he makes as I drive by
[01:48.04]And I felt just like the devil the whole night's pull
[01:53.46]But right this second I feel fine
[01:59.04]My tank is dead on empty, but I am full
[02:05.12]Of broken dreams and homemade wine
[02:25.36]Now the gulf wind she sings to me a love song
[02:36.08]I can hear her from the boxcar that I ride
[02:41.93]Her voice is in my brain
[02:44.02]Making music with this train
[02:47.16]That will soon take me to the other side
[02:53.62]And she might think that I'm coming back
[02:58.22]To hold her close and stop her cryin'
[03:04.20]But this freight train's
[03:07.83]Traveling down a southbound track
[03:09.29]Full of broken dreams and homemade wine
[03:14.61]Just broken dreams and homemade wine
[03:20.70]Broken dreams and homemade wine
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