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Sunday, May 10, 2015

1968




There ain't a thing in this wold to take me back,
Like a dark haired girl in a Cadillac,
On Main Street of an old forgotten town.
The sun light shines in fine white lines,
On weathered stores with open signs,
They may as well just close'em down.

1968, Turnpike Troubadours, 2010

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