There's nothing so strange as us taking these chances. I
miss the way that your eyes, when you're sneaking
glances. Halfway to Lexington, we'll fly by poor houses

and take a midnight stop to parish hotels just to ask
which way south is.


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Hey, Louise.
It ain't worth all this misery cause I know the world

don't want to see, and only the wind can dry these tears.
So move on, move on with me.
Hey, Louise.


I snuck up to your room one cold, Sunday morning begging
you to leave with me. I kept my engine running. There was

nothing I wanted more than to have you company, and I can
still see you standing at that door watching me leave.
And one good thing I got when I left that time was that

your face was the last thing I saw as I pulled out.

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