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Shawn Mullins
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Homemade Wine
Lyricist:Shawn Eric Mullins
Sixty miles from El Paso Feelin' lonesome as can be Driving further from the heartache That was slowly killing me
I left at 4 a.m. last Monday Filled my tank at Luther's store I might be checking' in come Sunday And know by then she'll walk the floor
She has it still inside her skull That I am hers and she is mine She's dead on empty and I am full Broken dreams and homemade wine
There's a kid who plays the squeeze box On the border bridge, on the Juarez side He dances to the beat with no shoes on his feet To the music that he makes as I drive by Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And I felt just like the devil, whole night's pull Right this second I feel fine My tank is dead on empty, but I am full Broken dreams and homemade wine
Now, the gulf wind, she sings to me a love song I can hear her from the boxcar that I ride Her voice is in my brain, making music with this train That will soon take me to the other side
She might think that I'm coming back To hold her close and stop her cryin' But this freight train's traveling down a southbound track Full of broken dreams and homemade wine
Just broken dreams and homemade wine Broken dreams and homemade wine
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