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Mcmurtry James Live In Aught Three

Turned off the tv sat down to dinner phone rang, we were saying grace grand ma died left us sixty acres the last of the old home place sixty acres

Flatter than a tabletop Makes you wonder why they stopped here Wagon must have lost a wheel or they lacked ambition one On the great migration west

I'm not from here I just live here grew up somewhere far away come here thinking I'd never stay long I'd be going back soon someday it's been a few

t know why you even live there anymore The garage man didn't see a thing, so you guess it was an inside job You made a reservation, a table for three

ride the blue wind high and free she'll lead you down to misery leave you low come time to go alone and low as low can be if I had a nickle I'd find

Must be a cold front coming Cause I saw the eastbound C&O And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow And that boy'll drive me crazy Don't

hear the trucks on the highway and the ticking of the clock there's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon bullet holes in the mailbox bullet holes in the