That mornin sun made its way
through the windshield of my chevorlet
whiskey eyes and ashtray breath
on a chert rock gravel road
What the hell did I do last night
thats the story of my life
like tryin to remember words
to a song nobody wrote
And its sad and its long
and cant nobody sing along
its a southbound train
its a whistle in the wind
aint no one there to care where ive been
im hummin on that lonesome song again
I took a trip across country from montgomery
discovered id been wrong for so long
I thought it was the fame and the glory and the money
but all ive got to show is a dam song
And its sad and its long
and cant nobody sing along
its a southbound train
its a whistle in the wind
theres no one there to sing to in the end
im hummin on that lonesome song again
And its sad and its long
and cant nobody sing along
its a southbound train
its a whistle in the wind
aint no one there to care where ive been
im hummin on that lonesome song again
The mornin sun made its way
through the windshield of my chevorlet
whiskey eyes and ashtray breath
on a chert rock gravel road
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