White lines on a blacktop, pay phone in a parking lot.
There ain't no way a man should have to feel the way I 
do.
Billboard on the curve ahead broken down and left for 
dead.
Rolling through this river town a thousand miles from 
you.

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Hard cider, sweet juice has turned.
Silver dollar, what have I learned?
The road I'm walkin' I've not walked before.
Things I used to, I don't do no more.

Last night was a motel over near the railroad.
I like it when they put me here on the under side of 
town.
Half-past midnight, couldn't sleep for thinking
And the banging in the freight yard as they move them 
cars around.

They build those trains on the night shift just as 
heavy as they can.
And once they get moving they will roll forever.
Carry you through the moonlight all the way to the 
promised land. 

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Bridge

Roadside stand, tomatoes from the vine.
Fifteen miles to See Rock City on the road to Caroline.
Sweet magnolia moonlight on a truck to Tupelo.
Headlights and the redlights and a hundred miles to go.

Mist on the mountain, Water on the highway.
Out on the road there's so little to believe.
Sure do miss you at the end of summer.
You're a sweet dream tugging at my sleeve. 

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