Texas can you hear me? Speed up on the dawn To the pains and blues of Houston In the sun Where home is a bus In the parish of space-dust Where the mountains
The mountains are waiting Full moon has come I got lost on highways But don't ask me where I've been Or what I've done Oh Lord, send me transmission
Let's talk about Phoenix It's got a way Of helping you to breathe A little better Hmm Through the storm and rain If you need to escape Whoa oh, you
If you have any checked bags They will be brought to the front of the station To get to the front, walk Down to the south end of the platform And cross
Drive away, As in lonesome sound, like a real straight shooter, three lanes full, Drive away, as it lonesome sounds, like a real straight shooter, three
They're just little pink plastic bags Blowing on a highway alone They don't know where they'll go They just gonna float out, ho, ho, ho They're just
Revolving doors, what have I done? Someone on the TV, a tepid loss Revolving doors, what will I become? A redneck song He paid up for a seven But he
Went to train, ride to dance Colorful sailors washed up on the shore Met up on violence Spider in the ditch, she saw it all World has fall on bad times
It is the dawn It Is The Dawn Time has shifted Mountains Bloom The air is thinner (repeat all) One Two Three Four Five Six Seven
Friday She found out The pride needs to cool little rain didn't do it Never got it back from you Driveway You can bring a fool remember You can ride
: Revolving doors, what have I done? Someone on the TV, tipping low Revolving doors, what will I become? And red-neck song You payed up for a seven But
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: Drive away, As in lonesome south Like a real straight-shooter Three lanes full Drive away, As in lonesome south Like a real straight-shooter Three
: Friday She found out The pride needs to cool little rain didn't do it Never got it back from you Driveway You can bring a fool remember You can ride
: [Fm-tuning] Texas can you hear me? Speed up on the dawn. To the pains and blues of Houston, In the sun. Where home is a rust [?] In the parish of
: The mountains are waiting, full moon's come. I got lost on the highway, but don't ask me where I'll be or what I've done. Oh, Lord, send transmission
: let's talk about feelings it's got a way to helping you to breathe a little better mmmmmhmmmm with a stormin rain if you need to escape wooah
